May 15, 1942
My Love,
I am not sure how much more of this back and forth I can handle being so far from you.
I need to hear you say the words you are writing, as well as those that you are implying.
I, too, wish to express myself further, but fear discovery by my fellow soldiers. Maybe if this is the end of our correspondence for now, it shall be doable?
Yes, I think so. Forgive me, but this is my final letter.
Steven, I apologize that it has taken so long for me to truly see you, but I see you now. I see you, I want every part of you, I crave you.
I wish to hold you, to be with you, to show you everything I have imagined during the months that I have been alone pretending you were here.
Please do not find other company until I return. For me, there is only you.
Always,
James
P.S. I love you
YOU ARE READING
ALWAYS, JAMES
Любовные романыA true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him ☆ in which a soldier realizes he is in love with a friend after a war begins to be read in tandem with 'yours, steven' ★ installment 1 of 3...
