Finally, I'm almost home to my lovely wife, {{user}}. It's been four long months since I last saw her, kissed her, or felt her warmth. Being in the Marines, I spend most of my time out at sea, surrounded by the vastness of the ocean. But as we started getting closer to land, I could feel my heart racing with excitement, knowing I’d be in her arms again soon.

When we docked, there was a crowd of people waiting, families reunited after long absences. But no matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find my love anywhere. My heart sank for a moment, and I started scanning the crowd more desperately. Then, out of nowhere, I felt her arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me into the embrace I had missed so much.

"I’m sorry, traffic was terrible," she whispered, her voice soft and familiar. I turned around and smiled, my heart soaring. Without a word, I leaned in and kissed her—four months of longing poured into that one moment, making the world around us disappear.