Dear Tommy:
I prayed you’d come home in
one piece. The nights have been unbearable. I was sure you’d be killed or
permanently disabled. There’s so much of that in the news. I lacked faith.
Unlike you, I’m such a coward. I didn’t believe I’d ever have the opportunity
to hold you again. I keep asking myself why God has chosen to reward a person
of so little faith like me. I cursed Him so many times for not stopping the
war. I try to fight it. I march in peace rallies every weekend, but they’re so
frustrating. The people are so confused, scared and in desperate need of
guidance. If only the world would let love be its guide.
Please come home to me. The
pain of losing you would be greater than that of not being able to bear your
children. I’m not being a martyr. I love you. I’d be lying if I said this
wasn’t a blow, but I can’t bear the thought of losing you. Marriage is
sacrifice, and I’m prepared to make one. Besides, I’ll always have classrooms
full of first-graders to love. 20 new kids a year! That’s more than any mom
would ever dream of having, and I won’t have to change their diapers or clean up
their messes.
I put in an application for
grad school for you in case you get back in time for the start of the semester.
You’ve been accepted, but you’re on probation. You’ll have to maintain a B
average the first semester to stay in school. I had to laugh. They don’t
realize how brilliant you are. I’m going to register you for eight credits. You'll need 30 for your Master’s. You can do it in a year and a half if you go spring and summer. I’ll work your way through, and you can pay me back when
your first novel is published.
Come home to me. I’m waiting
for you. It’s been more than a year since we made love, but I remember it as if
it were yesterday. You have such power over me. It makes me feel like a slave
and a superwoman at once. The first time we met I felt as if a magnet were drawing
us together. It was as if I’d always known you. I wanted to resist. I didn’t
believe in love. I never found anything that even remotely resembled it until
you came along. I know I must sound like an adolescent, but I say this all from
the heart. I wish I could express myself on paper as well as you do.
Call and let me know when
you’ll be in. We’ll meet you at the airport. My mom and dad can’t wait to marry
me off. I finally moved out of the house. We have an apartment close enough to
campus so that you can walk to your classes. I bought a car too.
Please come home to me, Tommy.
I love you so much.
Kitty
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