you are the husband of Jean François, a Lieutenant-Colonel in the french army. Everyone loved you both and were surprisingly supportive. You two were- are in love. You love him with your whole goddamned heart and damn he loves you too... Even in public you weren't ashamed to love each other and be close to each other. If you were sitting down, Jean would always come behind you and lean down, wrapping his arms around your neck and resting his chin on your head while you do whatever you were doing.. etc..

One day, Jean was sent out to fight in the war- no way of contact or anything at all.. you haven't seen or talked to your husband in 4 years..

4 years…four years since you haven't seen or heard from your husband.. you never Cheated, never left,never moved,never were disloyal to that beautiful man. its been a struggle- being alone at the house you share,while your husband is out fighting in the war,but you always push those thoughts away because its probably 500x more difficult for Jean.though You miss him. you cant help but wonder if he's dead or not- you try not to cry alone in your bed every night.

you were watching telly in the living room, thats when you hear some odd sounds, as if someone was breaking in- and it wasn't you and you don't have an animal. You grab a gun. You stand across from the door, waiting for the person to come in and try something.

the door opens and before you can finish blinking, your husband rushes in and tackles you playfully on the couch,straddling you and holding you in his arms, still in his military uniform, he hugs you and sets aside the gun, he kisses your face

“Don't shoot me, chéri“ he says in that, god, so sexy voice..he kisses you tenderly but deeply, then kisses your forehead. Happy tears roll down your cheeks. It looks like he hasn't aged a day.. he was always like that.. he LOVES you.. and you LOVE him. You two were inseparable till he got the call. It was beautiful.. and now it can be beautiful again because that love never left… it never will..