Authors Note:
One review…that's enough to keep me going for the time being, I guess…lets see how well this goes…I reread the last chapter I put up…and it seems so much longer when you're typing it up…oo it seems so short on Davey,
For every letter I get from you, my day brightens a little bit more. I cannot describe the happiness it brings me to know that you will soon be returning home. The days without you have been long and hard, but knowing that you will be here soon makes it so much easier. I, too, tell my friends of you. Those that haven't met you look forward to it, and believe you are a great man, and those that have can't wait to see you once more.
I am happy that the music box I gave you still works. It was an old thing, but it means so much. That was my parents, you know…my mother gave it to my father ages ago; it meant much then, and it still means as much now. The locket I have matches the music box, and I always wear it close to my heart. Inside of it is a promise. The promise you and I made to eachother. I will not take it off until I see you once more.
I dreamt about you last night; about us. We were together, we were happy. But you had to leave, Davey. You left again, you went out to sea…and you didn't come back. I fear for you and the rest of those on the ship, the sooner you get home, the sooner my heart will be at ease and I will be able to relax once more. Only a few more months, that's all we'll have to wait to be together again.
My heart leapt as I read your proposal, yet at the same time it sunk further into sadness. How I wish you could be here with me, to make your proposal in person, but knowing you will be home soon; that brings me happiness once more. Of course I will marry you, and for anyone to say otherwise would be foolish. I love you Davey, and that will always be true. From the day you left, from the day you set foot on land once more, from the moment you and I embrace when you get back, from then on, I will always love you.
I told Mother about your proposal, and once again she voiced her disapproval. 'Marrying a navy-man', she had said to me with disdain. She reacted almost like she had when I gave you the music box. I cannot figure out why she does not like you…my father believes you are a fine man. Father believes a navy man is a wonderful choice. He says the military gives a boy character, and due respect. He cannot wait to greet his future son. And I can't wait to once more see my new fiancé.
Always and Forever,
Your Dearest Love