I saw her standing at a bridge, her loose curls flowing in the wind, her back to me and her delicate hands wound together resting on the railing.
I was leaving tomorrow, I was a fighter pilot, and I was leaving for the war. I wanted her to know how much I wanted her for my wife. I had told her the previous evening and she had left to process what I had told her.
"Isabella, I know this is unconventional, but I want you for my wife."
"You leave for the war in two days; it's too much for me right now." She had said that just before walking away.
I walked to stand next to her and she looked up at me, and then she touched her gloved hand to my cheek, and that was the moment that I knew she wanted me too.
