20 April 2012
This is a war story that I'm planning on writing, so this is like a pre release of it to see what everyone thinks :) feedback would be appreciated and, if it's popular enough, I shall begin to write chapters :).
I tuck the baby up in bed and caress the soft, tender skin of my daughters cheeks. My daughter Gabrielle, only two weeks old. My husband, Charlie, is a soldier out in Afghanistan, and he left before she was born. "Daddy hasn't met you yet, has he?" I whisper to the little girl, who looks up at me with big blue eyes, Charlie's eyes, and coos softly. "He'll love you" I smile and laugh as she holds my finger "you're beautiful" I tell her as she stares up at me, innocent, completely unaware that her father even exists. I wrote to him, when she was born, on that very day, and his reply was long, happy. He wrote to ask what she looked like, how she acted, if she was missing him. I sent him a picture of her a few days after, but I haven't heard anything back yet.
He's due to come home in two months. He's a young officer, is Charlie; a leftennant. He'll tell me stories of war, what it's like out there. I miss him so much, and my heartbreak is a sickening pain and loneliness. But he'll be back soon. And when he is I won't ever let him go. I can't bear for him to leave me again.
Dear Charlie • Opuss № I