Letters of a long forgotten past: chapter 7

Dear Edward,

I hope the daycare pays you enough. The kids will hopefully only be influenced positively, but with you that won’t be hard. Today some of the others asked me about who I’m always writing with, I told them I’m writing my roommate. It hurts but they believed me. I feel so terrible talking about you like we’re just friends and if I wouldn’t endanger either of us by saying it, I’d scream that I love you. I hope that after the war we can finally get married. I know we haven’t exactly talked about getting married but if we could, I would marry you. If you agreed of course. I’m a bit worried about the war, it seems to get closer to home and I can’t do anything about it.

Give me some good news.

Your Robby

Dear Robert,

I, too, hope that the children will be positively influenced, and I’ll take the rest as a compliment. I understand that you had to tell them that I’m just a roommate. It hurts me as much as it does you. I am unhappy that you had to tell them that, but I couldn’t ever judge or hate you for that. I know you’re just protecting the both of us. To your marriage proposal, I would love to marry you my dear. I do want a formal proposal as soon as it’s legal, okay? I love you and I’d always accept you as my future husband. Can I call myself your fiancé now?

Be safe my love.

Your Eddy

Dear Edward,

If it was up to me, you could call yourself my husband. Call yourself my boyfriend, soulmate, fiancé or husband. I’ll love you regardless of it. I am particularly happy that you accepted at all. I don’t deserve you my love. The training has started to get harder again. They have started teaching us the most efficient ways to kill, I’m worried. I haven’t really thought about the fact that I will need to shot enemy soldiers. We have to train almost 24/7. It’s wake up, get up, breakfast, endurance training, lunch, training with weapons, dinner, get ready for bed and lastly sleep. It’s quite dull but also exhausting. How are your days?

Stay your perfect self.

Yours Robby