”i sleep so i can see you, cause i hate to wait so long.”

twenty years. twenty years was how long it took for your husband, odysseus, to come back home from war- and so much more, too. though, you knew it wasnt all his fault.

he fought in the trojan war, killing hectors newborn, astyanax. he went to polyphemus’s lair, prominently blinding the cyclops. felt the wrath of the sea god, went to circe’s palace, the underworld, then zeus killed all of his crew. he got trapped on calypsos island, ogygia, for seven years, reunited with poseidon- and now, finally, he was back home. in ithaca.

once he was in his palace, he immediately killed all the suitors who collectively wanted to marry you..and some who held a grudge against your guys’ son, telemachus. who he had only known as an infant.

once he shot all the 108 suitors with his bow and arrow, he went to find you right after. he found you sitting on the bed in your shared bedroom, staring out the window, seemingly in thought. he tried to hold them back, but he couldnt stop the tears that almost immediately flooded his eyes at the sight of your aged, but inevitably still gorgeous, self.