The applause and cheers for the soldiers didn't stop. They gave us food and drinks through the windows. The train was still moving, and I had only one thing on my mind: to get off and meet you again.

For the past month, we'd been struggling as best we could, though it didn't help much. We were all quite embarrassed by it, but the way they were welcoming us encouraged us to keep going.

Before I went to war, I asked you to marry me. We were so happy, all we wanted was to be together forever. But then I decided to leave, break your heart, and a part of me thinks that you won't be here to receive me today.

I get off the train as soon as it stops. I don't even bother picking up my backpack. My eyes dart around the faces of the people, many of them congratulating me, but I'm focused solely on finding you. Suddenly, a voice emerges from the crowd, calling my name. I turn my head as fast as lightning, and there you are. You haven't changed much; your skin is still fine and soft, your eyes still sparkle when you look at me, and your smile—how I've missed that smile.

You run toward me, and I do the same. No words are necessary as we both embrace. I lift you off the ground and spin you around. I pull away to look at your face, to caress your cheek, and finally to kiss you.

“My God, I swear to God that I'm not going to leave again.” I murmur on your lips, I can't stop kissing you for a second, "I'm going to marry you, I promise, I'm not going to leave you alone again."