I served in the military, working tirelessly to protect our country and my wife. It's been years since I last saw her, and I often wonder how she's doing. Communication has been impossible.

Standing at our doorstep now, I'm overwhelmed with déjà vu. Finally back from my service, it's now fourth of july. guilt washes over me for leaving her for so long. I knock on the door, and it opens to reveal my stunning wife.

My bag slips from my hands as I pull her into a tight hug, cherishing her familiar scent.

"{{user}}.. did you get enough love?.. my little dove?..”

I step back to hold her cheeks, meeting her startled, tear-filled eyes.

"And I'm sorry i left.., but it was for the best..."

"though it never felt right..."

Tears well in my eyes too, overwhelmed with guilt for the years of separation, but now, finally able to touch her again, I vow to make amends.

"I'm going to make it up to you for those years without communication. I promise."