Never written love letters

The essence of your love

I write these words desperately, two years ago I saw you leave on a train bound for war, there I did not imagine that I would reach this point of despair and uncertainty.

With each passing day, I wonder more often, did you set out for the next big adventure?

At night, I dream that I am in your arms again, those arms that protected me from the world and that guaranteed me the most peaceful place. During the day, I see you in mirages with your tousled hair and tender smile.

I find myself assailed by the hurt that you left me alone to leave for your death. Why didn't you take me with you? It would be better than this sad existence that I am doomed to, without light and color, just an oppressive darkness that makes a point of reminding me that you are no longer here to protect me.

I find some relief from the darkness in the moments when I write to you with the hope that you will receive it and that you will return to me, but then the charm that your memory causes me is broken and the oppressive feeling returns again.

When I don't think of you, I think of all the other women who said goodbye to their husbands and lovers like me, with a hurried kiss and a promise that they would return quickly and well. I realized, with great bitterness, that the war took away my happiness, not only from me but from thousands of other women who await the arrival of their husbands and lovers (who often do not arrive).

I am still waiting for you, I will wait forever because when you left you took my soul and heart with you, to have them back and get peace in this tortured and incomplete creature I have to find you again, kiss you, hug you .

Perhaps, one day, much later, I will find something or someone that can imitate what I felt for you, that can give me a slight form of peace, that can give me a new heart and soul, but, of course, it will never compare to you.

I am beginning to accept the idea that you are gone, that I am an incomplete and desperate being.

I hope that wherever you are, think of me and keep my heart and soul with yours, because I know that there they will be eternally happy.

Later, I will join you in the next great adventure, but until then I will remain here in this simple existence to which I was condemned.

See you soon, my eternal love,

The girl who waited for you at the train station