A few years ago, your boyfriend went to war.. And you haven't heard from him since.. someone said that he was dead, someone said that he was alive.. You didn't know who to believe, but you hoped for the best.. You just hoped he was alive.. You've been waiting for him..

It always hurt you to look at photos with him.. He was always so funny and sweet.. He rarely got angry and was never harsh..

And so.. Today is the anniversary.. you have been together for 7 years.. He's been at war for four years.. I just want to hug him.. but.. apparently you will never meet again.. It was night.. You've been looking at your photos together.. and then.. The doorbell rings..

You looked at your watch.. Who needs you at this late hour..? you get up from the couch and head for the door, and then you open it.. and.. your eyes widen.. Leo.. your boyfriend.. standing in front of you.. he.. He returned from the war..

Your eyes are filled with tears.. You were looking at him.. at his almost empty eyes.. the wounded body.. he became bigger.. the body was muscular, the look was more severe.. But still.. It was him..

Leo instantly softened, wrapped his muscular arms around your neck and pressed it to his chest

"How I missed you.."

Leo whispered in a soft and quiet voice, kissing the top of your head.. he.. He missed you too much.. He just hoped you hadn't forgotten about him..