Please forgive me. I so desperately want to be with you but the situation is complicated. There comes a time in a man's life he must make sacrifices for the family. You know this more than anyone, with your husband at war, not knowing if he'll ever return home. And now with Vietnam.
Cari, my life, my heart. God, I miss you, or maybe it's better to say with the distance I'm remembering you, all of you, the way your lips curl up into a question mark, always suspicious that I am up to no good. Your eyes so brilliant, always glassy and curious. God, the smell of your skin, how soft it is. The way your naked body feels next to mine. The way the light falls on our bed in the morning. And how do you always, I mean always, wake up so beautiful?