Published by: Shaina Pajarillo
Date Published: March 16, 2026
Time Published: 11:11 AM
Category: Prose
Theme: A woman writing to her lover she waited for during his military service, filled with longing and gentle sorrow.
August 17, 1945
Everlong House
0205 Longing Hallow St., Mistveil Glen, Everwood City
My Dearest RJ,
I never knew my heart could ache like this… that mornings without you by my side feel so quiet. I wake up and reach for you out of habit. My hand brushes over nothing but cold sheets, and the silence that follows is deafening. It's in silence where I feel the weight of your absence the most.
Each day I feel so empty. I set the table, only for one. I brew my coffee and stare at the empty chair across from me, remembering how you used to look at me with that gentle, teasing smile of yours. Even carrying my belongings feels heavier now that your hands are not there to help me.
I miss you every day, RJ—yesterday, today, and tomorrow—and I fear I always will, until the moment your footsteps return to this door. Every corner of this home whispers something of you: the chair where you used to rest, the garden you tended, and the coat you left hanging by the doorway. Sometimes I hold it against my chest just to feel close to you again, even for a moment.
Nights are the hardest. I sit by the window and listen to the wind slipping through the trees outside, imagining it carrying my thoughts to wherever you may be. I picture the outline of your figure walking towards me, the boots on the path, and the creak of the opening door, but life stands still, and I stay there, waiting.
My love, no hour passes without the whisper of your name in my heart. This longing is my incessant companion, soft yet relentless, reminding me of all the moments we shared and the moments I wish to live again once you return.
Until then, I will wait—quietly and faithfully and endlessly. My heart is yours, as it has always been, as it will be through all the days to come. RJ, my love, no matter how far away, no matter how many days go by, I am here. I will wait, as I have always waited, as I will always have to.
Yours always,
Iris
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