I keep holding on to the hope that I’ll be reunited with her. It’ll have been three months of her away at training since I last saw her face. Damn, I miss her. Her letters came to me once every week but they’ve started slowing down. Now, I get them maybe every ten days. (It’s been two weeks since I received the last one.) I hope she hasn’t given up on us.

We’ve been through some hard times together, but they just made us stronger. We had been dating for a few months before I had to leave for higher education (over 5 hours away), when she called it off. She was worried about the hurt of me being gone and I don’t blame her. We’ve both had too much hurt in our lives to risk much; but, despite all the previous pain from losing loved ones, we held on. Over winter break from college, we hooked back up. I was the happiest man in the world. She truly is the perfect girl in my eyes; to most she isn’t, but that’s what makes her great in mine.

Everything was going well till I had to leave again. She showed the same hesitation as previously when I had to leave. It hurt me but I had to let her go, otherwise she would have hurt too. We stayed in touch and talked almost everyday. It wasn’t until two weeks before that I found out that she was shipping out. I was scared and worried. However, despite this fear I returned to weekend before she left.

I was there for one day, just for her, to prove how much I loved her. We showed each other that we still loved one another. It was very relieving to hear just how much she thought of me. She told me that she would never love another. That no matter what, her heart was mine; and I felt the same for her.

Now, almost three months later, I wait for her return. I hope it is soon, it is supposed to be, but I am scared. I am worried that when she returns she wont have the same feelings that she once had. I hope she held on to all the letters I sent to her, like I held onto the letters she wrote me. They are the only things I have to remember her by…

I know I shouldn’t worry. That whatever happens was meant to happen. I just cant help but to worry if she waited for me like I waited for her…