Letters to Major (5)

Dear Major,
I'm sorry to read you hurt yourself. Remember you don't break your promises and you promised you'd come back to me. Please take it easy and avoid hurting yourself further.
My friends tell me their men find solace in prostitutes and escorts. I'm sorry for mentioning this but now I can't help but get jealous some other woman, someone who doesn't know you or loves you like I do, gets to be in your arms. Apologies for assuming the worst, I know this is wrong of me, but I am selfish and I don't want to think of another woman being in your arms while you're with War. It's bad enough you were noble enough to sacrifice yourself for War, but I just can't bear the thought... I'm sorry for my jealousy, that is what I fear the most. You are meant to come back to me, you know? And then I'll show you the love of a woman. I count the minutes until War is done with and you come back to me.
I miss your voice. It was my own personal lullaby and your warm body my human blanket. Waking up without your morning kisses is like missing my life nourishment. Your perfume was my coffee; addictive, perfect, awakening happiness.
The more you're away, the harder it is for me. I just... Feel the hole in my chest growing bigger and more painful than ever and I find it hard to breathe at times. You're the brave one and I the coward. I'm just afraid of losing my better self, my better half, my best friend. Please keep writing so I know you are doing well.

Yours, always,
Alexandra