Lundi 1er mars 2010 à 19:18


There’s only one way for things to be between you and me .
 

Lundi 1er mars 2010 à 17:20

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http://gentil-coquelicot.cowblog.fr/images/timbre.jpgMy dear V. ,

 
It's important for me to express to you how much you really mean to me. I wish I could do this in person while holding you in my arms but since we are separated by miles of emptiness, this expression must come in the form of letters such at this one. It's both difficult for you and for me to be so far from each other for such a long time. Life seems to be studded with trials of this type which test our inner strongth and our devotion and love for each other. I believe that at the rear, life is not much better than in the front. Orlean is reduced to a heap of ruins and people are ceaselessly afraid of a new bombing.

There are things in life that are inevitable. I am powerless to control them. In fact, the sun will rise and set tomorrow, the tide will come in and go out, the seasons will change, the birds will sing at the twilight, the caterpiller will transform itself into a beautiful butterfly and, somehow, I feel reassured by this because many other things in life are so momentary like the time we spent together.

From the moment we met I knew I would love you for ever and that love would become stronger and stronger just as I'm sure the caterpiller will one day become a wonderful butterfly. Dearest, I would like to be the star of your sky which brings you light in this dark world of war and warmth when you need it to face the horror of the front. I want to offer you the promise of renewal, the joy of living, the peace of mind that comes from sharing and caring when you come back home. I would like to offer you that shoulder to lean on in hard times. Your are my sweet and precious butterfly and I will cherich you as long as I live in this world of destruction.

The days have turned away from me since you're gone, the lights no longer shine on my head. The angels in my dreams have turned to demons of greed and that's mean. V., when will I see you again? I can't stand the pain and anguish of our separation much longer. I year to gaze into your captivating eyes. I crave your tender touch, your warm embrace, your passionate kiss. I'm waiting for the day when I can be with you again. This day, when I find my piece of mind, I will keep you for the end of time. Until that fateful day arrives, please take good care of yourself, and write me as soon as you can.
 
Love,
 M.


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