A Love Letter Story. 20th October 1952
You can rip it off once your done reading. Probably this is the last time your gonna hear me write. I’m afraid I might see your pain through my eyes.
Escaping dreams of yesterday, faster, faster there I go. How many times can a heart crack before it shatters? or does it even matter? Of all the emotions a person can feel, Love is the scariest and hardest to heal. Excitement and mystery impossible to resist. Promises of magic perpetually persist.
It’s hard to say but this might be my last letter. I loved you truly and will always do. My battle is done for my blood flows over. This is a fight I can’t win. I could dream of you forever, but it wouldn’t put me beside you. I Carry on a Polaroid of us on my last mission. The sorrow is so much and the pain is so deep.
“Carry on soldier”, You said as I left that door.. I’m sitting on a bench made for two and one side is empty.
“Come back home safe”, The kids said.I’m sorry my little angels. Daddy won’t make it home.
Life has been tough and dead bodies lay all over. In my dreams, you’re all right beside me. As the weather gets colder, my attention shifts and I don’t think I’m ready for this. This is a fight where loved ones have lost husbands, sons and brothers. I found love in you and in the little humans you gave to me. I will never forget the tan of sun on your skin and the purr of breeze in your murmuring speech.
A soldiers word I say, “KISS MY SOUL AND HEAL MY HEART. MAY WE MEET AGAIN IN A WORLD UNKNOWN.” I’ve yawned to hold you one more time but the sun is setting and I’m going to sleep.
P.s. Your loving partner.
I read this last words with tears full in my eyes and the dark surrounds me like a deep ocean. But the words I managed to say were “MAY WE MEET AGAIN.”
🥀🥀LILIAN NG’ENDO WANGARI.🌹🌹