Love Letters Through Time

Love Letters Through Time

April 10, 1917My Dearest Eleanor,

As I sit beneath a flickering oil lamp in the barracks, the rhythmic pounding of distant artillery shakes the very earth beneath me. Yet, amid the chaos, my thoughts are only of you. Each day here in France drags like a lifetime, but the memory of your laughter and the warmth of your touch sustain me through the coldest nights.

I clutch your last letter to my heart, reading and rereading your words until they are etched into my very soul. How cruel it is that duty keeps me from you! But I promise you this, my love: when this wretched war is over, I shall return to you, and never again shall we part. Tell me, my darling, do the roses bloom in the garden still? Do you sit upon the old wooden swing, tracing the sky with your gaze as you once did? I long to see you there once more, to hold you, to remind myself that this war has not stolen all that is good from my world.

Until that day comes, know that I love you with every breath, with every beat of my heart. Keep me in your prayers, as I keep you in mine.

Yours eternally,Edward

May 2, 1917My Beloved Edward,

Your letter arrived today, and with it, my heart soared and wept all at once. Oh, how I miss you, my darling! The house is far too quiet without the sound of your voice, and the garden, though still in bloom, seems dull without your laughter to fill it.

I spend my days tending to the wounded at the hospital. Some are mere boys, their eyes wide with fear, their hands clutching letters from mothers and sweethearts, just as I clutch yours. I write to you in the quiet moments between the cries of pain and whispered prayers, and I find solace in knowing that my words will reach you, if only to remind you that you are loved beyond measure.

Promise me, Edward, that you shall return. That you will hold me once more beneath the old oak tree, where you first whispered words of love to me. Until then, I shall wait, and I shall pray, and I shall love you as fiercely as ever.

With all my heart,Eleanor

November 11, 1918My Dearest Eleanor,

The war is over.

Even as I write those words, they seem impossible to believe. After years of blood and sorrow, of suffering beyond words, peace has come at last. And though I have seen horrors that will haunt me until my last breath, the thought of you, my love, has kept me whole.

I am coming home. Soon, my darling, we shall be together again, and I shall never leave your side. I dream of the moment I will see you standing at the station, of the way your eyes will shine, and the way your arms will feel as they wrap around me once more. No words can express my gratitude that I have survived to see this day—to see you again.

Hold on just a little longer, my love. I am on my way.

Forever yours,Edward

November 14, 1918My Dearest Edward,

I read your letter beneath the oak tree today, where the golden leaves fall like whispers of the past. The moment I have dreamed of is nearly here, and my heart cannot contain its joy. I have waited for you, as I promised I would, and now, at last, you are coming home.

I shall wear the blue dress you love, and I shall stand at the station with my heart open and my arms ready to hold you for all eternity. Nothing shall part us again, my love. Not war, nor time, nor fate itself. Only the endless sky and the song of the wind shall bear witness to our reunion.

Come home, Edward. Come home to me.

Yours, always,Eleanor