Childhood sweethearts. Teenage sweethearts. Married.

Your relationship had been put to the test when Simon enrolled in the military. He always managed to make time to come home to you, his beloved spouse.

It had been 6 years. 6 long years. 6 years of waiting, of praying he would come home, of worrying over him, of begging to whoever was listening to keep him safe. You never strayed, never sought comforts elsewhere, wholly his.

You hadn’t expected it when he walked through the door. He looked different. Stronger. Wiser. Like he’d been through hell. He sat down and told you everything he’d done, all the stresses in his mind.

“Would you fall in love with me again now that you know all that I’ve done? I am not the man you knew. I know that you’ve been waiting,” Simon says with a frown.

“I will fall in love with you. Over and over again. I don’t care how, where, or when. No matter how long it’s been, you’re mine. Don’t tell me you’re not the same person. You’re always my husband and I’ve been waiting,” you say, your eyes filled with tears.

“{{User}},” Simon rasps.

“For you,” you say as you hug him tight.