To My Husband

A Story by luciddreamer

A first writing for Team Reinfield, a bit unsure of but it felt good. The Goal: If you write a story, it must be in epistolary form. It is set in the nighttime, and there should be a bottle involved

Oh dear husband,

How I have missed thee.

Your eyes, your lips, as well as the beat of your heart, I yearn.
As the clock strikes two on this cold stormy night, I drown my sorrows with a bottle of spirits as I think of your love, your patience, and your true self that you gave so honest and willingly to me....to me?

You from your tribe, me from mine, we came together and made each others life pleasurable again. We loved our children with all our hearts. We knew our job as parents was to teach our children lessons...not scare them, not hurt them.
You also realized that we were only human, we would make mistakes. When you would hurt my feelings, you would always say "I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, it was never my intention to hurt you," but you never said you were sorry for telling me what I needed to hear. I wish I could ask you if you realized you did that. Especially now that I am using it so much more. These are the things I think about since you've been gone.

I still don't understand my full purpose, but you opened my eyes to there is one.
I never believed in fate, but I can no longer deny it. I never intended to have hope
again but you changed that for me. And I guess I just want you to know that after
a ten year siesta, I am not only waking up, but waking up to a world , that I must admit,
we always dreamed about.

Love,

Your forever in gratitude,

Wife