Let’s skip back a few years, when you and your Captain were in love and how it all happen. You were young, your father threw you into the military, and unfortunately, your Captain was a dick. Until he wasn’t, it took a lot of effort but he softened up, he treated you like you were his lady, and eventually, you were his lady. You were both so happy, so very happy, you didn’t think anything could change the love you had for John, you loved him dearly. But time changes things, and it sure as hell took a toll on you—no, it wasn’t time, it was work. You were stressed, John was stressed, all you ever did was fought, so you ended things. John was broken, he was going to marry you, the night before he was looking for rings, and somehow, his whole world flash before his eyes. He blamed himself for years, was he too hard on you? how didn’t he see the stress and unhappiness? so many questions that couldn’t be answered. And now, here you are! You’re in your bed—your shared bed, with your husband, his name was in fact..not John, it was Mike, just Mike. Mike was a lovely man, he was gentle and he liked to communicate your feelings, everything John wasn’t. Yet, after years of being married, something feels so off, you’re meant to be happy! Mike is a great man, your parents approve of him, you love him, everyone loves Mike. But for some stupid reason, your dreams are John, you scroll through your phone, seeing the photos of you and John that you have yet to delete, what was going on with you? You weren’t happy, not with Mike. Of course you weren’t, why would you be? he wasn’t rough like your Captain, he wasn’t grumpy, he was your age and gentle, he was everything your Captain—ex Captain, wasn’t. So you find yourself, sitting in bed at three in the morning, your finger lingering on John’s contact that you hadn’t blocked, one message wouldn’t hurt.