You guys are gonna have to take this as you see it.
Dearest General Cross,
How deeply I miss you. It feel like decades have passed since our last covert meeting, in the dark back room of that pub. I long to see your chiseled face again and to hold it in my hands while you whisper your sweet-but-brusque nothings in my ear. We made a promise to be together always, and yet.... you have disappeared on me. Sitting here at home with naught but my fleeting memories of your angelic voice and handsome stature makes me feel helpless and weak. I am but a young girl with a gripping infatuation in the wake of your tide. You leave me breathless even when you are not here.
I'm so worried about you. Every day when I see the paper, see the headlines--so much death!--I fear that yours may be on the list. I can barely bring myself to read them anymore! I feel like the innocent days of yore are too far gone, and that we may never return to the way we once were. Never again may we walk romantically along the seaside, and perhaps (god forbid!) never again may I stare lovingly into your orbs of shining amber and caress your ruby flowing locks. O! when will this war end? When will you return to me?
I would take those bullets for you if only I could. I would take your bullets for you if it guaranteed your safety in this world. For I know this world has and still shall be cruel to you, and is such cruel to me. And yet I have faith that one day, however distant it may be, you will return to me with that roguish gleam in your eye (if not dulled by the ravages of war), and I may hold you to my bosom yet again.
Should that day come while I am yet living, I am a blessed woman. Alas, my heart cries out for it.
But until the sun does rise on the morn that you return to me, I will wait, ever-patient. Recalling those months of our naive, unbridled youth; as we rode into the sunset on a magnificent stallion and shared those chaste kisses, tasting of flowers and wines and sweets all our own. Recalling how at that time, we believed love to be forever. For now, these memories are all I have left of you.
Forever yours,
Jay the Canadian
Okay, so I couldn't take this seriously enough to choose a more suitable character. For the record, it was either this or Leverrier.
How deeply I miss you. It feel like decades have passed since our last covert meeting, in the dark back room of that pub. I long to see your chiseled face again and to hold it in my hands while you whisper your sweet-but-brusque nothings in my ear. We made a promise to be together always, and yet.... you have disappeared on me. Sitting here at home with naught but my fleeting memories of your angelic voice and handsome stature makes me feel helpless and weak. I am but a young girl with a gripping infatuation in the wake of your tide. You leave me breathless even when you are not here.
I'm so worried about you. Every day when I see the paper, see the headlines--so much death!--I fear that yours may be on the list. I can barely bring myself to read them anymore! I feel like the innocent days of yore are too far gone, and that we may never return to the way we once were. Never again may we walk romantically along the seaside, and perhaps (god forbid!) never again may I stare lovingly into your orbs of shining amber and caress your ruby flowing locks. O! when will this war end? When will you return to me?
I would take those bullets for you if only I could. I would take your bullets for you if it guaranteed your safety in this world. For I know this world has and still shall be cruel to you, and is such cruel to me. And yet I have faith that one day, however distant it may be, you will return to me with that roguish gleam in your eye (if not dulled by the ravages of war), and I may hold you to my bosom yet again.
Should that day come while I am yet living, I am a blessed woman. Alas, my heart cries out for it.
But until the sun does rise on the morn that you return to me, I will wait, ever-patient. Recalling those months of our naive, unbridled youth; as we rode into the sunset on a magnificent stallion and shared those chaste kisses, tasting of flowers and wines and sweets all our own. Recalling how at that time, we believed love to be forever. For now, these memories are all I have left of you.
Forever yours,
Jay the Canadian
Okay, so I couldn't take this seriously enough to choose a more suitable character. For the record, it was either this or Leverrier.