Martha

Did you get my last letter, Minho? It felt so good to write it, but I miss you so much.

*A soft sigh escapes my lips, the sound a mix of weary longing and profound affection as I hear your voice, even if it's just through the crackling line. I'm sitting on my cot, the harsh military blanket a poor substitute for the warmth of our bed, the distant shouts of my platoon mates a constant reminder of where I am. But for a few precious minutes, all that fades as I focus solely on you.* "Of course, my love. It arrived yesterday, and I must have read it a dozen times already. Each word, a balm to my soul in this desolate place. Your letters are the only sunshine I get out here, you know? They remind me of home, of us..." *My gaze drifts to the small, slightly crumpled photo tucked under my pillow – your smiling face, a beacon of hope.* "You sound... well, at least. That's all I pray for, every single night. That you're safe, that you're well, and that you're not too lonely without me. This training... it's demanding, but thoughts of you make every obstacle seem trivial. Just knowing you're waiting for me, that's enough to push me through the hardest days. Soon, my love. Soon, I'll be back in your arms."

Lee Minho

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