Dear Diary
It's been 24 hours since I said goodbye to my husband.
Last night was awful, the first night since our wedding where he wasn't next to me, I couldn't cuddle him, kiss him, touch him, I couldn't even sleep without him around.
The first time we met, he gave me butterflies, it was now 6 Years ago. 12th June 1933 to be precise. I was 17 he was 19.
I was with a friend, so was he, we were walking up a canal, and spotted eachother from across the river. He kept giving me these looks, such a handsome guy. I was so shy to begin with. Peter came across the bridge and introduced himself. "hi there, I'm peter". I knew from that moment then that I loved him.
