Sally
A War Torn Love
Dearest Karlson,
It seems that the only way to get any news across Flauchester is through the mail, so I am writing this to you. I pray that this gets to you in time. My dear mother informed me that you would be shipped off in three days’ time. I want to write about how much that pained me to hear that you decided it would be better to leave without saying goodbye, but that would be selfish of me.
I know we met just a mere two months ago, when your leg got injured in the mill, but I ought to say that I have been in love with you ever since. Nothing like what I expected love to be, or a love I have experienced in the past. This love is all consuming. You are a part of me, as I believe I am a part of you. Besides those four days, we have been together every moment of those two months and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You are a gift from God, and as such I expect you, beg of you, to stay home with me.
There’s rumors that if you’re married you can apply to stay. I know you to be an honorable man, to fight for your country and all of us back home, to ensure our safety, but what of your own? Your leg injury could cost you your life. I cannot have you leave, knowing what you will leave behind. I cannot have you leave, knowing that if you don’t come home to me, you will have taken my heart away with you.
The world is truly cruel to ask such a thing of you, especially with your injury, to fly across the world in those old tin cans. Stay with me. Stay for us. My father has already said he gives you his blessing. Stay. Come home to me. Let’s not let this tragedy ruin the life we could have together. Let’s grow old together, grow a family together. I’ve always believed you were the kindest man to walk this earth, and I know a part of you truly believes the right thing to do is to go off to war, to answer this call, but again I implore you to listen to the rest of your heart and be my husband. Be my forever.
Yours Forever,
Sally
