Alexys Quinn

The scent of his cologne was in the house. Everywhere she looked, he was there. Yet, he was gone. Pen in hand, the words poured out.

I smell you. That deep woodsy scent blended with a touch of spice. It's unique, yours. At night, I hold your pillow to me, breathing you in, savoring the warmth. Hugging it close gives me a sense of having you there, even though I know you aren't.

Today I wore one of your shirts again, the soft material brushing over my skin. When I close my eyes, I feel you touching me, the heat of your hands roaming over my body.

Listening to our favorite songs, I hear you. I love your raspy voice, singing the words, making up your own. When you whispered to me, I burned, the desire in you scorching me. Closing my eyes, you're still here, seducing me through the music.

Each day I wait for you is more difficult. Yet I know that what you are dealing with is so much worse. Your strength amazes me, my love. I just want to hold you, to absorb your energy and power. I must remain strong for you, this I promised you. My tears come, but only when I am alone, when the worry and fear set in. I need you in my life. It scares me to think of what could happen to you.

Some day we'll look back at this time with wonder and ask how we made it through. The answer is so simple. Our love wasn't conditional. We held each other up through sheer need for one another. Never did we imagine a war would take you away. But we didn't let it come between us.

I am yours forever, heart and soul. Be safe, my love.