Chapter 1

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1859

Texas, Houston

Alexandra's pro.

"Mother we are going to be late for church," I called out to her, my brother Elijah and my father left already.

"I'm coming now child, your father left to the church yeah?"

"Yes, mother he did together with Elijah."

As we, my mother and I, arrived was the church almost full of people. The only seat left was beside a boy, I don't normally seat beside a boy but this time I did.

" Hi ma'am my name is Jasper Whitlock and you are new to town, right?"

"Yes, yes I am. my name is Alexandra White. May I ask how old you are Mr Whitlock?"

"Please call me Jasper, and yes you may. I'm 15 Miss White."

"I'm 15 aswell and please Jasper call me Alexandra."

I knew this was a good start of a new friendship.

1861

Alexandra's pov.

"please Jasper don't do this, I know my father does not like you but please don't leave!" tears streaming down my face while my voice cracks like crazy.

"I'm sorry Alexandra but the joining the army is what I was born to do. I love you Alexandra and I wish I could marry you, spent the rest of my life with you, but I need to do this, okay? "

"No, if you leave for the army you can not come back to me. I love you too Jasper but can not have my heart getting broken again with a letter saying you died in combat. I just," I didn't get to finish my sentence before Jasper kissed me.

"I'm sorry." then he was gone. My best friend, my lover, the man was to marry was gone.

1863

no one's pro.

When she was told that Major Whitlock was missing and was possibly captured by Union soldiers, the first thing that she said was "You're kidding, right? He wouldn't allow himself to be captured." When all she was given were pitying looks, she just seemed to shut down. her brother knew she was grieving in her way. A few weeks later at nightfall, she was given the news that Major Whitlock was now suspected to be dead since the Union soldiers wouldn't let him live for this long without him giving up information. That was when she broke down.

"No, no, no. I can't! I can't! I can't! I... I can't. I can't. No. It hurts. It hurts. Just make it stop Elijah. Please, Elijah, make it stop." she was full on crying now as the fact that Jasper could be dead hit her.

Elijah couldn't help feeling sorry for his sisters heartbroken state. from that moment knew he that if he ever met Jasper Whitlock again he would regret ever loving his sister. Elijah swore on his life, Jasper would regret it.

later that same year

"Alexandra I have a friend you should meet."

"Not now Lijah it was was Jaspers birthday yesterday and I just want to sit here and cry in pace."

I didn't look at Elijah and his friend before he told me his name.

"My name is William ma'am and I'm here to give you this letter from Major Whitlock, he wanted to give you this in person if he could but he said if he couldn't I had to find you and give to you. I'm sorry for your loss Miss White." His red eyes bored into mine making me uncomfortable. I took the letter and slowly started to open it up.

Dear Beloved,

I am writing this letter as a token of my love for you, as a keepsake for you to treasure, and as a reminder of my commitment to us and to our life together. I want you to know that I love you, ALL OF YOU, and I always will. I am committed to find you when I come back and I will do everything in my power to marry you. At times, in moments of deep frustration, I wished I never left. Beloved, I know I have hurt you countless times with my words and actions and for all them – I sincerely and humbly ask for your forgiveness. Since God made my heart to fit with yours in our short love story, I long for you even when my heart is broken, even when I feel so hurt by your lack of answer – I still long for you. I have pondered this many times and I have come to realize that it is what God truly desires – this longing. It keeps bringing me back to my knees in prayer to pray for us. in this letter is there a ring, a ring I one shall put on your finger in marriage.

truely yours,

Major Jasper Whitlock

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