Chapter 7

Will finally left to Afghanistan. On the day of his departure I dropped not even a single tear. If I lost a little control of my tear glands my tears would stream down of my eyes mercilessly.

      Before he walked away he hugged me so tight for at least two minutes. We both couldn't stand the fact that we were already parting in not even a month after our wedding. He told me that he will be safe and make it back home because I’m waiting him to come home. He said he would constantly write me letters and made me promised that I will reply them.

I successfully forced a smile despite the hard time just to make him feel better. I just wanted him to go without a single burden and kept him away from bringing too much of emotions along with him. The last thing I wanted was seeing him sad and emotional. He shouldn't have had any of these on the plane or he may lose his live in the war.

My intention was genuine and clear.

He kissed me so hard before turning away from me. I saw the man I loved walking away, his body getting smaller and smaller as our distance furthered. Seeing his back slowly disappeared into the cabin I couldn't help myself to think that this may be the last time I felt his warm, his voice, his hug and his kiss. I hoped that wasn't true at all because I don’t want to lose this man. I don’t want to.

Backing to my single lifestyle again, my life went meaninglessly without Will. I went to work on time and got back home when my job’s done. If my colleagues went down to the bar I would join them and got very drunk I couldn't even walk a straight line. They helped me back home and put me into bed before leaving. They were kind humans. They knew the thing that I was going through and they were all very patient to help me through my hard time.

After two months I got a letter from Will. I desperately opened the letter up and began reading it.

Dear Bryan,

      I’d finally reached Afghanistan, how are you doing at the other part of the world without me? I wanted to write you immediately after the arrival but couldn't find a time to hold the pen. The whole time I was patrolling and the weather was extreme. It was so hot in daytime I thought I was in an oven and freezing cold at night.

      Every night when I laid on the bed I started thinking about you. When it got too hard I would pull out my wallet and look at our photo together. We were so happy together in the photo especially you, I can’t even see your eyes only your shining white teeth. Your smile is my potion it keeps me going and not giving up. Living every day up is to be at home with you.

 With you eating together, with you watching TV programs together, with you in the bed together. I missed the time we snuggling in the warm coazy bed with you beside me. I miss you so much. I miss every single detail of you. I missed my home. 

      Would you write to me? I’m thirst of your life: What did you do in the morning, the afternoon, the night and even in your dream. I hope I could be there to share every single thing that you’re going through, both good and bad times. But honey, promise me you will stay in a good shape, I don’t want you to get sick that would tear my heart apart. Please live well. If you don’t, please do it for me.

      I couldn't wait to be home already.

P/S: I love you.

Your husband,

Will

     I cried when I've done reading it. His letter contained so much of emotions I cried so many times whenever I was reading it. His scent carried along with the letter, he was here just two months ago and now he wasn't anymore. I wonder if life felt good fooling couples this way.

      I replied him the letter with my tears drenched the center of the paper. God knows what would happen to me if Will was no longer here. Autumn and winter left in a blink of eyes, spring was already approaching. Will was still constantly writing me letters and in his last letter he apologized for not being able to celebrate Christmas with me. Other than that, the main thing in the letter which literally lifted my mood was that he would be coming back in another three months.

I couldn't tell how long I've been waiting that day to come. Every night before I sleep, I wished that when I opened my eyes the next day in the morning, it would be three months later.