June 10, 1862
My Dearest Ophelia,
Your words are like balm to a weary heart, and I find myself reading them again and again, each time feeling that I may yet gather courage enough to see through another day. How strange that, in a time so filled with chaos and despair, our love should remain the one constant, as true as the stars above. I am grateful to God each night that you are yet safe, and that we may still share these precious words, even across such distance.
You need not share with me the secrets you hold, my love. I know your heart well enough to understand the weight you bear. Yet I beg you, do not let it harden you. The cause may demand much, but I pray you shall hold fast to yourself, for it is that very spirit of yours which endears you so to me. Whatever may come, know that you have one who sees you not as a soldier or spy, but simply as the woman I cherish above all others.
These days grow darker still, as the wounded pour into our tents with tales of the horrors they have seen. I confess, at times the suffering I witness feels beyond bearing, and I am sorely tempted to abandon this duty. But then I think of you, dear Ophelia, and the quiet bravery you carry with such grace, and it is this thought alone that steels me to carry on. Each time I dress a wound or offer a word of comfort, I think of how you would see it done and find that I am the stronger for it.
Do not fear for me, love. I take all care that no harm should come upon me, for it is my most fervent wish that we should one day be reunited. That thought alone sustains me, more precious than any comfort of hearth or home. I see us in some quiet place, far from this land so torn by strife, and I know that if there is any justice in this world, we shall find that peace together.
Take heart, my beloved, and hold steadfast to the light that lies ahead. I trust in you, and in the bond that not even war may sever. You are with me, every hour, every moment, in ways that mere words cannot convey. Though these times may part us, we are as close as any two souls may be, joined in a love that endures beyond mere circumstance.
Write to me again, if it be safe, for it is your words that grant me peace amidst this storm. I am yours, Ophelia, now and always, as the river runs true to the sea, and the stars remain steadfast in the heavens.
With all my love,
Theodora
