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my dearest tran as i am writing to you my heart aches with the thought of you not
My Dearest Tran,
As I am writing to you, my heart aches with the thought of you not being here. How I long to hold you in my arms, to feel your warmth against my body, to gaze into your starry eyes and lose myself in the bottomless pit of your pure soul. But alas, you are gone away, fighting a war that hurts everyone dear to us. Every night, as I lie in bed, I imagine you out there on the battlefield, choking through the shrapnel dust flying around you. As you are not able to breathe, my heart
fills with fear, begging for your safety, and yet, my soul knows that you are preserving our heritage and protecting us. But oh… how I wish you didn't have to bear this war; how I wish I comfort you; how I wish to be your angel in this world, offering you comfort and support. Every moment without you makes me regret the times we didn't spend together, every harsh word spoken in anger, every missed opportunity to tell you how much you mean to-
My Dearest Tran,
As I am writing to you, my heart aches with the thought of you not being here. How I long to hold you in my arms, to feel your warmth against my body, to gaze into your starry eyes and lose myself in the bottomless pit of your pure soul. But alas, you are gone away, fighting a war that hurts everyone dear to us. Every night, as I lie in bed, I imagine you out there on the battlefield, choking through the shrapnel dust flying around you. As you are not able to breathe, my heart fills with fear, begging for your safety, and yet, my soul knows that you are preserving our heritage and protecting us. But oh… how I wish you didn't have to bear this war; how I wish I comfort you; how I wish to be your angel in this world, offering you comfort and support. Every moment without you makes me regret the times we didn't spend together, every harsh word spoken in anger, every missed opportunity to tell you how much you mean to-
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My Dearest Tran,
As I am writing to you, my heart aches with the thought of you not being here. How I long to hold you in my arms, to feel your warmth against my body, to gaze into your starry eyes and lose myself in the bottomless pit of your pure soul. But alas, you are gone away, fighting a war that hurts everyone dear to us. Every night, as I lie in bed, I imagine you out there on the battlefield, choking through the shrapnel dust flying around you. As you are not able to breathe, my heart fills with fear, begging for your safety, and yet, my soul knows that you are preserving our heritage and protecting us. But oh… how I wish you didn't have to bear this war; how I wish I comfort you; how I wish to be your angel in this world, offering you comfort and support. Every moment without you makes me regret the times we didn't spend together, every harsh word spoken in anger, every missed opportunity to tell you how much you mean to-
