The only one to return to //🇷🇺Russia🇷🇺//

I was walking around the snow wondering what would happen next, would I see her again or perhaps was my life already over before I could even think about what I've already done. What a shame, I don't think I'll have a reason to ever be happy in a life without her, was she given to me just for her to be taken away. If so, I'm not sure, or was it I who will disappear and fade away from her, please let me be strong, give me strength. I sincerely hope we have a family one day when I return, for she is the only one to return to.

To my gracious sunflower

I hope life will be kind to me, to you, to us, for my only wish is to come back to hug you, and kiss you, I tell you how much I've missed you and see your beautiful eyes, touch your soft hair, smooth skin and hear your angelic voice. Please be strong my dear, and I will do the same, if I don't make it back you will know.. but how much further I can go just to see you once more

I walked the plains of the battlefield, the forest covered in snow, I took refugee in a near by village where my comrades and I stayed to escape. I saw most of them desperately trying to hold in their tears and fears but I know that they had to, no matter how much it hurt. I was outside taking a smoke break, whilst the others were having dinner, we were very lucky that this village took us in with great care, most would flee, or bomb their own houses, such a saddening thing for our own people to be scared of us when we were part of their own.

But I guess I'm war it didn't matter, in general  I assume everyone would be scared of someone who was dressed in militaristic uniform, covered in blood and dirt, holding a rifle. But I guess the eyes is what scared them the most, the horrified faces that painted soldiers, emptied of life and filled with despair and fear. I inhaled a hit of the cigarette as it faded slowly in the cold air, I walked behind a tree and sat down. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a note, I opened it as I read the note you had given me before I left for war, a few happy tears escaped

The dams of my eyes overflowing then falling onto the paper, my hands started to shake as I read the note you had given me, your beautiful writing, the soft paper, you even sprayed your perfume onto it which only softened my heart even more. How I was a lucky man, even if sent to war I still consider myself lucky to live half of my life with you, I still find myself being lucky, I wonder what your struggles were, I knew you were upset and angry at times. But I only knew it was because you had to be strong for many parts of your life. But don't worry sweetheart, you're allowed to  be weak with me.