The Sweetest of Melodies

A Love as Fragile as Paper: Part One of Many

My precious Maurice, June 5, 1917

I have searched far and wide for words to express my longing for you to return home into the warmth and safety of my tender embrace, but words with such immense meaning do not exist in a world as small as this. I love you for your courage, but loathe you for your craving of adventure for it thrusts you into the arms of inevitable peril. You've left me in such a state of suspense awaiting your return; or the telegram containing the words I dread more than anything in the world. But, despite the deprecation this situation has brought me, the distance between us only strengthens my love for you and fuels my desire for your passionate touch! O how I miss the gentle way you caress my back; releasing a swarm of butterflies inside core and freeing them through my chest with the soft brush of your lips against my neck! My dear, no feeling can compare to the emotions you awaken inside me. All I ask is for these months to pass with ease and that I am not waiting eternally for your arrival. As I write this letter, I shall make an oath to stay loyal to you, even with the absence of a band upon my finger. My love for you is boundless, Maurice Edenburg.

Your sweetheart,
Matilda Greene

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Dearest Matilda, July 9, 1917

The fragrance of your perfume upon the paper has stirred up a nostalgia inside me so great that my eyes well up with tears of longing for the sound of your voice. But the thought of one day returning to you excites and me reminds me to continue to persevere. It is because of you that I am still alive; it is because of you that I stay true to my morality and save as many men as I can. Never forget how exceptional you are to me, my love. I too shall make an oath: I promise, my love, to return to you one day and make you my wife.

Inside my medical bag, I keep a photograph of you smiling in a white dress tucked safely into one of its pockets. The picture triggers bright memories I have of the intimate moments we've spent together. I long for nothing more than the feeling of your hand in mine; therefore, along with this letter, a package should arrive in your mail box. I had them especially made for your petite grasp so that they may hug your hands whilst I am away and unable to do so. I am forever devoted to you, Matilda Greene. Until next time.

With much love,
Maurice Edenburg