It was the late seventies. After all those years together, he had to leave on a two year trip. Genuinely, he wanted to cry. He had a beautiful child, a wife.

If anything happened out on sea, they'd be heartbroken

Here he was, standing outside the cottage they had made a home, the cottage he liked to call home. He would not be back for two years. He wouldn't see his child for two years. Would you fall out of love? Would you find someone else and replace him.

Lately, he's tried other things to get his mind off leaving his family for two years. But nothing could mellow the stinging thought of not seeing them for that long.

"I promise. I'll be back, I promise. Wait for me." He whispered gently, his rough hand resting on your jaw as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.