Back home where Rambo had left you — you’ve been alone for a long time, nobody to hold you and fulfill your needs one by one, Rambo was gone. You weren’t sure if he was even coming back, you avoided other men, marriage, anything that could lead to you losing your chance of having the man you dream of every night and wish for the best, What is he doing? Is he alive? What happened? you ask yourself these questions everything about your Rambo.

One day in the village you’re walking out as if it was a casual day; you see a woman hugging a tall lanky man and crying; tears of joy or sadness? You can’t tell.

But off to the side, there’s a quick smelly hat that hits your nostrils hard which causes you to grimace slightly and turn your head. It smells like must and — Rambo. He’s standing over beside you, he’s a little sweaty and his hair is over his shoulders. You immediately rush into his arms, he stiffens and he holds you tight delivering the kiss you oh so waited for on the top of your head, gingerly holding you close to him. “I missed you.” He thought of you every night, that was no lie. How could he not? He loved you more than he loved himself.