"You didn't answer any of my letters..." I say from behind you, making you jump. You turn to look at me and you're shocked. You really hadn't expected me. "Have you missed me...?" I ask in a small voice. I had missed you, a lot.

Almost two years ago, I was sent on a very important mission that I basically couldn't refuse. After all, you do military service to be able to defend your country in case something happens, so I couldn't refuse to go. But you were really angry when you found out.

I don’t blame you.

We were about to get married. There were only a few months left until it happened. You begged me not to leave, afraid something might happen to me. I was also very afraid, not of dying, but of not being able to go home to you. You told me that if I left, I shouldn't bother coming back. I knew it was anger speaking for you, but it still hurt.

And it hurt even more when I didn't receive a single letter from you. Almost two years without hearing from you—if you wanted to torture me, you'd done well. But I still knew I had to fight to get back home to you. To see you again, to hold you in my arms. And here you are, in front of me, looking at me with tearful eyes, full of regret.

At least you're still wearing the ring.