Disclaimer: Any resemblance to persons dead or alive is coincidental. All characters are fictional.
I held my breath, waiting to see your face. In all truth I'd not only imagined how this moment would be, I'd also gone over the possible scenarios over a hundred times. When you appeared it took a moment to actually digest the fact that I was seeing you. You were nothing like my head had made you look like. In fact you were a lot more than I thought you'd be. Smiling, you walked towards me. What amazed me was the fact that you recognized me? We'd never met, or even exchanged pictures but you still spotted me amidst the five hundred something people walking back and forth in the station. You stood in front of me and it was like a dream. I could hardly believe that you were actually real. I'd begun to think that you were a figment of my imagination.
And then you took my hands in yours and held it firmly and then we walked for what seemed like forever.
That was how I remembered our first meeting. You were always exceptionally dream like. Your walk reminded me of a bird flying in the sky. Your smile was like a zillion candles lit. But most of all your heart was as clean as an ocean beyond the space. But above all of that, you were 'human' (As I define it: A person with a mind, heart and soul.). Probably the kindest I've seen, the warmest ever, the most helpful and that is what had me head over heels in love with you. This may seem unbelievable to read but it is what I felt every minute that I spent with you.
I could never forget the times you've protected me from the storm and the evil. You've fought for me with the best and the worst. Told me certain secrets, enlightened me about facts. You were my everything, literally. Because I had nothing left otherwise. I'm really sorry I couldn't give us the kid we'd dreamed of for years together. We tried. I tried, but it was not meant to be. However I must say that you've always been the husband any wife would ever want. Understanding and supportive are some of the slightest adjectives I could use, because you were something a lot more than words itself.
I can see you crying and I won't stop you because I would have too. Its the love we had for each other. This may seem cliche to an onlooker but I don't care, after all we always lived for ourselves. You told me every single night, holding me in your arms that I won't need to work. But I'm sure you understand my love for it and that all I had before you was my work, giving it up wasn't an option. In spite of the dangers it involved, I never felt threatened. Until 2 weeks back. I didn't think it was a good idea to tell you about it. We told each other everything, almost. But this I couldn't bear telling you, because I knew you'd go after them. The ones sending me threatening messages and the ones calling home leaving blank calls. But that would come in the way of my work. I had to expose their identity, and even if it meant sacrifice. Now, they are probably in the hands of the police and that's good right? Please tell me I did the right thing? I know you might have thought it was stupid that I went after someone who threatened to kill me, but I did it for a cause. It was me or 1000 other people.
If you are reading this letter, I'm no more. But it was meant to be, because sacrificing yourself for a state you love is nothing cowardly. In fact I'm sure you are proud of me. I won't tell you to move on because I know you can't. I won't tell you to go to work tomorrow, because I know you can't. I won't tell you to stay in the same apartment, because I know you can't. But all I ask is that you hold yourself tight because I believe you can.
Honey, you have made life worthwhile and death worthwhile too. You have been the rock I've fallen on and gotten support, the one I reached out for when I needed a shoulder to cry on and above all you've been my dear lover and husband. And to that I owe this letter. To my soul. To you.
I won't say I'll love you forever because it seems forever does not exist. But I will say: 'I loved you yesterday, love you today and will love you tomorrow.'
Your beloved wife.
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