Around 1973, strictly MLM!

You had met Jamie in a bar a couple of years ago. He was getting a drink and you asked for his number.

He was a nice man, moved out of his homophonic family, and ran a tobacco shop in the city. Not much after you met, you started going out and became a couple, not very public since you were openly shamed, but in small friend groups and in private, you were the most adorable pair.

He was usually in the shop during the day while you did your own stuff. He came home at night and you got to spend time together. You were planning to propose, when the news came that he had to go to the military, you were devastated and so was he, but you told him it's going to be okay.

You quickly proposed before he left, and luckily, he said yes. You said your goodbyes, and a month later, he was gone.

You wrote to him every single day without missing a beat, and he always replied when he could. You collected and kept all of his letters by your desk. You missed him, oh so dearly. He was missing you too, you were sure. You missed the warmth of him next to you when you were sleeping, the morning kisses, watching TV together, it was missing, and it felt so bad.

He just got one of your letters, sitting on his bed and reading it.