Always Yours

Chapter 1: A Series of Letters

April 1942

My dearest Harry,

I truly hope this finds you in good health. It has been quite a long time since we have corresponded—about 6 months has it? I don't know why I haven't responded to you prior letter; maybe I was just nervous about how to respond to your proposal. I'd love to move to England and to meet you, but the war now doesn't seem to be letting up anytime soon, and that terrifies me. I don't think that me going straight into a war zone would be the best idea, but for you I'd do anything.

So, I guess this is my way of saying that I am in the English countryside, and I'm going to be patiently waiting for your response. I'll attach my new address at the end of this letter. I know that you were worried about how everything was going to go and that you were worried that you were going to have to join the military. I really hope that that didn't have to happen. I'd be devastated if something were to happen to you. You're too good for this world and I truly hope that you know that.

I'll keep this short, and I really do hope that this finds you within a reasonable time.

All my love,

Birdie

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August 1942

My dearest Harry,

I really do think that my worst nightmare has inevitably come true. You're absolutely amazing at responding and maybe it's my own fault for not responding for six months, but I would have you know that I was finalizing things back in the States for my move across the ocean. I wanted to keep it a surprise, but it seems that I should have responded to your last letter sooner that what I did back in April. I hope you're doing well, and that your smile still graces your cheeks. I'm sorry that this is once again a short letter, but I will have you know that I currently have three chickens that won't leave me alone for five minutes without squawking at me for more food.

All my love,

Birdie

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November 1942

My dearest Harry,

I feel like something bad has happened. It's been over a year since I received your last letter. I'm terrified that you're gone forever. This war is still raging and it absolutely scared that you're in the depths of it. I wish you were here with me. I just finally finished getting all my belongings to my little cottage from the states. I had a huge shipment come in the other day! I never realized how many things I had until I decided to move across the world in hopes of just seeing you once. I still have all your letters that you've sent me over the years. I can't help but go back and read your messy handwriting that makes my heart thump inside my chest. I miss you.

I got a cat. His name is Gary. He's a chunky little thing. He's orange and purrs like no tomorrow. I remember you talking about getting a cat one day, so I went ahead and got one for us! Maybe I'm pushing my luck or just getting my hopes and dreams up, but I really do want what we talked about in our old letters. I want to wake up next to you on a Sunday morning and see that you're still fast asleep with your hair in your eyes. I want cuddles by the fireplace in the middle of December when we just can't seem to get our toes warm enough. I want that little wedding we talked about. I want to see you in a suit at the alter with you nervously playing with your hands like you always talk about. I just want you.

You'll always be it for me. I don't know what's happened or maybe I'm just too late, but just know that you're it for me and you always will be. This is my last letter for a while; I don't think it's good for me to continue writing you, I'm just hurting myself in the process.

I'm only a letter away.

All my love,

Birdie

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June 1944

My dearest Harry,

Its been over a year since I last sent you a letter. Since then, I've met someone. His name is Morrison and he's in the Military. He just got back home from the front lines in Italy. I truly hope that you're doing well. I know this Military is a volunteer service and that I know that you would do anything for your country, but I hope that you're okay.

Take care,

Birdie

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September 1945

Birdie—

I'm truly sorry. I did the one thing you asked me to never do and I do know that it will ruin you. I was in Europe, mostly France and Italy, since '42. I do, however, wish that you did respond to my last letter I sent before I left in December for battle. I know this sounds crazy, but I've kept one of your letters in my ruck from the very first day my feet hit French soil. I can't even begin to say the amount of times that I looked back and re-read your letter. I do wish that you would write me in your own handwriting at some point; I would love to see what kind of messy handwriting you have because I know it's a mess.

I hope that Gary is doing well and not being a pain and I hope that your chickens are doing well, that being if they are still alive, if not, I'm deeply sorry for your loss. I'm not going to talk about your 'man' in the picture because I cannot imagine anyone but me with you. Every letter you send me makes me want to hold you and make sure nothing ever bad happens to you.

Hopefully, we will meet soon. I know that you're somewhere in the middle of the Cheshire, somewhere around Chester. Maybe we'll run into one another while going out and about one day. I do hope that you've continued being a midwife, you're the best person to bring life into this world and you couldn't change my mind no matter what.

I'll see you soon.

All my love,

Harry x