Chapter 3: 174 days
Sugarpuss,
174 days left. You see, you're not the only one who's counting. Though I don't have a calendar hanging on the wall of my bunk. The guys here would never ever let me live that one down. I mean, I already get enough teasing for looking at the pic I took on our last morning together (and yes, I've been looking at it quite often and long enough for everyone to notice, but how can I not? I mean you do look damn sexy wearing my shirt and lying in my bed).
I promised you I'd come back to you. And I fully intend to do so. But I need you to promise me something in return: Stay safe yourself! I know you want to stay in Neptune and help your dad get back on his feet. But I also know you. And I know that trouble has a way of finding you, Veronica Mars. So please, don't do anything stupid. Cause I want to come home to you. And I can't do that if you're not careful. So please, promise me to be safe!
The first week is almost over. I've been away quite often in those last few years. But somehow it feels like it's harder this time. I don't mean to minimize my feelings from the past. But with you, it has always been different, hasn't it?
I know you're worried about me. But don't be. At least not too much (cause having someone who's worried about someone, well I didn't really have that in a long time). The Navy did me good. I joined because I wanted to fly, because I wanted to do something that might help someone. And I know you can understand that.
I'll try to keep the next part PG-13 (cause we both know I'm delicate): I miss waking up with you in my arms. Feeling your petite body pressed against mine. Having your fingers trace my face. Staring into your eyes for hours. Kissing your sweet lips. And showing you how much I love you. Cause I do. And I don't think I've ever stopped.
Always,
L