I want to know what happen to you over there and what it is that you saw. But I know better; you know that I won’t ask. I know it is something that I could never understand without having been there. The memories of those months haunt you, the things that you saw. Some nights I can hear your silent cries coming from your study when you remember the people that weren’t as lucky as you. Your study has become your place of solitude, with the walls being the ears that you need and the desk being the shoulder to cry on. I only wish that I could be the ears and shoulder that you need but I know it is not something you wish to share with me and I understand. But know that nothing can keep me from loving you.

She kissed the letter and left it on his desk for when he came home from work.