I spun the shelf searching for a post card. It had to be perfect. My love deserved nothing but the best. After spinning the shelf a half a dozen times, I finally spotted it. A vintage post card with a woman and a soldier on it. It was as if this post card had been made specifically for me. I ran to the counter and bought it on the spot. I hoped in my car and headed up the mountain to my cabin.
I sat for hours at my desk writing drafts of what I would put on the post card. After 3 hours and 4 cups of coffee, I finally wrote a draft that was at least half way decent. It read:
"My love. I searched for days for the perfect post card to send you. I know how much you love vintage post cards, so this can be added to your collection. I miss you terribly. Not a day goes by that I don't dream about that winter in my cabin. Sleeping by the warm fire place under my knitted red blanket. I would give any anything for your sweet kiss. I can't hardly wait for when we can reunite, and continue our days together.
Sincerely,
Broken Hearted"
It was ready! I threw on my black heavy wool jacket and snow boots and headed out the door. I decided to walk just to get some fresh air and collect my thoughts.
I walked through the gothic style gates and up the small hill to the weeping willow tree. I dug a perfect spot in the snow with my hands. The cold nostalgia reached from my hands all the way to my cold heart.I placed the post card there in front of his grave.
"I miss you my love."
I said kissing his grave stone. I rested against the willow tree, trying to keep my heart from falling out of my chest. After a couple of hours i decided to get up before my hands fell off. I brushed off the snow from my jacket and headed towards the gates.
"Happy anniversary"
I whispered as I walked back out through the gates.
Very moving. As someone that is married I hope my wife never has to feel that way.
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