…Isabella…
Did that break my heart? Of course, it did, every second, every minute, and every word I said. I just broke my soldier's heart and mine into more pieces than what my heart is even made of.
But I can't; I will rather lose him and still be able to bump into him in town than lose him and not being able to bump into him at all. I cannot stare at someone's ashes and wish that there was more than an urn to hold.
I wish he could understand that.
But I wish he could also understand that I will not be the woman he gives his dreams up for. Cause he will wake up a bitter man one day and blame me for everything that I have taken away from him.
I can't do that to him.
The one thing I have learned about time is that it does make things better. He will come to see by the time he deploys that I will be nothing but a faded memory.
I want him to be happy.
Is that not what sacrifice is all made up of? I know that if it was me, that had to go, that he would do the very same.
