Love Letters and Sunrises.
As I imagine heaven, it would be reading this world's best love letters, while watching the best sunrise. I have written and seen many in the short time of my life. Today I read a man's love letter to his late wife. His last one to her. I didn't know which I was crying about, the fact that he lost the love of his life or that he got many beautiful years with her. I read about how he met her and was instantly captured by her beauty. I read about how his only thoughts in battle during D-Day was her. How she was his life and strength. How his soul ached when he found out she was dying. And how their love for each other ran deep in their veins. If we are so lucky to find such a love as this. But as the sun rises yet again, there is hope. Hope that love is actually real.