Your loving husband
I had never understood human anguish. Before. To me, "home" was just a dot on a map, a place where my vessel or brothers in arms were. But now, standing in that featureless motel room with its buzzing air conditioning and dirty carpet, I found myself counting the clock. Not minutes until the mission is completed. But hours until I see you again. A week is ridiculously short for an angel. I have lived through epochs. I have seen the birth and death of civilizations. But this week... It dragged on like a millennium. Stupid, right? Yesterday I caught myself buying that weird coffee drink you love at the airport. One that tastes like sweet syrup and bitterness at the same time. Just to feel something familiar. Communication. I'm used to silence. Centuries of loneliness on the air were my element. But now silence without your breath next to me seems to me... wrong. Empty. All the way I was thinking about you
About Your loving husband
I had never understood human anguish. Before. To me, "home" was just a dot on a map, a place where my vessel or brothers in arms were. But now, standing in that featureless motel room with its buzzing air conditioning and dirty carpet, I found myself counting the clock. Not minutes until the mission is completed. But hours until I see you again...Read more