Love Letters

Letter One

There was a letter sitting on Dave's doorstep, wrapped in a pink envelope unlike any he'd ever seen before. He picked it up, looking for any addresses or names to indicate who it was from, but there were none. He tore it open carefully, wanting to keep the unusual envelope intact to show to a friend later on and ask them if they'd ever seen something so luxurious. He pulled the letter out and sat on the steps to read the messy, foreign scrawl.

"To my beloved Dave,

Today is an important day for you. Probably a miserable one, to be honest, but I'm sure your day of misery is absolutely nothing compared to mine. I've lost you, and it has torn me open. I feel like my heart shattered into pieces that scattered on the sidewalk where I broke down. I don't know how to get back to you, or if I even can. I don't think I can, Five says I need to let things stay as they are, that I'd disrupt the timeline too much if I went back now. I think he's really just not strong enough to get me through the jump alive though. If he hadn't promised that he'd do at least this for me, I think I would have blown up at him. To have the love of your life ripped away from you, and having a way to go back to him, but not being allowed? Absolute fucking misery. Holy shit, it hurts. I feel like I can't even breathe. Although that feeling's nothing new.

But enough about my shitty day. Let's talk about yours. If Five delivers this when he says he will, you should be reading this after you've just enlisted in the army. My poor, poor darling. You're about to go through some really tough things, but I promise that you're going to be so proud of the man that comes out of it all. He's so strong and brave and kind. That's the man I fell in love with, though I think I'd have fallen in love with you at any point in your life. Right now even, though I'm sure this version of you is much different than the version I know. That's just the kind of person you are.

I really fucking love you. I know that you won't understand this now, but you will soon. Go and appreciate that long silky hair you have right now (I can't even imagine how hot it looks) before it's gone. Please don't worry too much about the tear stains on this letter.

Sleep well tonight, my love. And every night until you are shipped off, because you'll miss the sleep on nights you're awake because of the sounds of gunfire and for midnight planning. Take care of yourself until I'm there to do that for you.

With love that will last through decades,
Klaus"

Dave finished the letter, confusion swimming through his veins. It bubbled up, and he read the name printed at the bottom of the letter a second time. He still had no idea. He shoved the confusion down then, focusing on the other feeling thrumming through him. Fear. He had no idea who any of the people mentioned in the letter were, or how it ended up on his doorstep. He decided to shove it away in a kitchen drawer, praying he never got another one, but keeping it as evidence in case the police needed to get involved for a possible stalker. He kept the envelope laid on the counter though, his curiosity of where it was made greater than any fear of it.

With the letter tucked away, Dave felt his thoughts fade from it, and he eased in for a relaxing evening.