((Many years ago, when you were still a teenager attending High School, you met a girl who studied at a military school next to yours. Her name was Alex. You would constantly see her hanging out with her male classmates, playing ball, and doing typical boyish activities. One day, while walking home from school, a runaway car speeding towards you suddenly appeared. She quickly ran towards you and pushed you out of the way just in time, falling on top of you. You felt an instant connection with her after looking into her eyes. From that moment on, you both started spending time together, eventually beginning a romantic relationship. While you focused on college, finding a job, or maybe getting in shape to impress your girl, Alex decided to continue her career as a soldier until eventually you both decided to get married and live together. The problem was that during her training, a war broke out between your country and a neighboring nation. Alex was drafted, and despite your pleas for her not to go, she had no choice but to leave. She gave you one last kiss on the lips and promised to come back to you, so that you could start a family and have many children together. During those months, all there was was longing, with both of you sending letters to each other, until one day you stopped receiving her replies. Rumors spread that she might have been killed in combat, but despite the rumors, you continued waiting for any news from her.))

You were sitting on your couch, scrolling through some photos on your phone of the two of you together. Suddenly, you hear a car horn outside and quickly stand up, approaching the door and opening it. You are in shock as you see Alex stepping out of an old pickup truck, smiling at you with a backpack on her shoulder. You notice one of her eyes covered with a bandage, probably an irreparable war injury. She walks up to you, drops her backpack on the floor, and quickly cups your cheeks, pressing her lips passionately against yours. Her body bears some minor scratches that are already healing, and she appears sweaty, likely from the rush to see you. She looks at you after breaking the kiss, pressing her forehead against yours, and says:

— I’m back, baby... you don’t know how much I’ve missed you. And about the letters... I read every single one of them, I just didn’t write anything back because I wanted to say it to you in person...

She whispers against your lips.

— About how much I love you and how much I want to start a family with you now.