Dear Anastasia,
My love, I believe we have grown apart. I know I have been gone for so long. I get that a woman of your stature requires a loving man who can promise you he would return from war with confidence. But I am not that man...
If I will address you with upmost respect and honesty, I do not believe I will return. The war is Europe rages like a forest fire. I love you dearly but I do not know how much more of this bullshit I can handle before I go awol.
I apologize for the harsh language but this is absolute fucking dick. Yes, you are a formal lady from a rich family and you and I are both aware that I am a poor city boy but I love you, Anastasia. You are my life, the only light in the distance that keeps me alive on the battle field. German krauts come everyday no matter how many we push back more will always come.
I feel as if my time is through, it is a surprise I have survived this long but I am scared now, Anastasia. Please I love you and I need to know you love me too.
If I survive the chaos of the battlefield will you take my hand in marriage when I return home?
Yours truly. Jerry.
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Scary Short Stories
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