Hello, Darling

Hello darling,

How have you been, hon? I know it has been just two weeks since I last saw you, but I must say I couldn’t wait to write you a letter. Autumn has arrived. It is so pretty, darling. I wish we could celebrate your favorite weather together.

We could win the war anytime, and you’d be home already, so I prepare every day for the slightest chance that you’d be at the door, calling my name out loud. I keep a fresh batch of bread separated from the eyes of our loyal customers. Just for you. You know just how famous the Spice Bread gets around this time of the year! I frequently change the throw on your chair beside the furnace, even though it doesn’t require it. I don’t quite use it as much as you do.

Did you have to be a doctor of medicine? Why must they hire you for war! Why must you be a doctor if it keeps me away from you for this long? But I shall not fret, for I know the wait will be over soon. You promised, amor. I trust your words. You’re coming home. Hurry, now, your tea is still hot.

From,

Your love

***

Hello darling,

Here, I am again. The clock just chimed 5 in the evening. I wonder if this is turning into a merry ritual!

Sitting by the window and writing to you, looking at customers leaving with a sigh. Why would they assume the bakery is open so late? Perhaps a baker can rest on a public holiday! They should!

I must ask you a very important question, though. How are you doing, darling? Could you write me a letter back, honey? I need to learn from you. Do they not let you write any letters? Are mine even reaching you? You left in such a hurry that I never could remind you to write to me. Those people were so eager to take you away.

Well, one can only wait. I cling to the promise you made- that you would be back. Oh, here I go being such a gloom again! Do not worry a bit. I continue to change the throws and have your Spice Bread set away. You are coming home. Hurry, now, your tea is still hot.

From,

Your love

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Hello darling,

I am worried. I hear from Aunt Belle that she has exchanged letters with her son, no problem! Where are you, my darling? What is going on? It’s 5 o’clock again. I am writing to you, yet again. The autumn leaves are getting too ordinary.

One of my customers, Mrs Peters, even mentioned that I am being too impatient! How dare she! Or, perhaps, she’s right, I need to respect your position, my darling. I know you are working hard. Perhaps, you would have had a discovery, amor. I would be so proud. Please, write back to me.

Oh- I just saw Mrs Peters, a little annoyed that the store shut so early. It’s almost amusing. And, no, darling, I am not vindictive. Haha! I miss you and our secret jokes.

Throws and Bread as usual! You are coming home soon. Hurry, now, your tea is still hot.

From,

Your Love

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Darling …

I can swear that something is wrong. The autumn leaves are not getting ordinary because I am well into the season. I can swear that Mrs Peters and the others do not feel the time passing as I do. It’s as though it is not passing for me. Or, perhaps, for me, it does pass. But not for the others? I am scared, honey. We do not have more than one holiday during Autumn, honey. Not until Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving should have been here by now. It has not arrived. Am I going crazy waiting for you? What is wrong? Each clock chime is haunting because I know it means nothing. Please, reply to this letter, dearest. I am sure a reply would plunge me back to normality.

You promised. I am scared that there is no end to the throws I change and the Bread I set apart. You'd better come home, darling …

***

Hello darling,

You are not coming back, are you? I feel utterly helpless. So much so that I haven’t changed your throws, haven’t been to the bakery for a few days.

***

Hello darling,

You told me to open this trunk if I ever felt lonely. I found the letter you wrote me. What do you mean you rustle through time, amor? What do you mean you are cursed? This is utter nonsense! And, what is a ‘screen’? What do you mean, you hope all my letters reach you?

***

Hello darling,

After much thought, I understand. And, I also understand, amor, that you may have no idea what is happening. I know that you might not understand that it’s you reading through these words that I am writing right now. They could be on paper or on some sort of an illuminated tablet called a ‘screen’. Yes, you, the person reading this very letter. You’re my darling, amor. You are someone who rustles between the future and the past. In my opinion, that’s quite the trick you’ve got up your sleeve. But, to you and me, to us, it indeed is a curse. You do not remember quite well all the time. Or must I say, you do not always remember between Times. Between the future and the past periods.

You already knew I would write to you. I did. Numerous letters. And, you also knew that they might not reach you during our period. But you wanted to remember me, even if you are in the future.

I wonder how many of my letters reached you. Perhaps the ones I wrote to you during Autumn. I feel stuck in time because you can only imagine memories that you are reading about. I will write this exact letter as many times as I can to make sure I reach you in the future. I will be most grateful to the person who made it possible for you to read my letter. Thank you for keeping me alive in your memory, my love. If you do find other letters of mine, I can perhaps live a little outside this Autumn. And, if you find none, it will all be silent for me.

So, stay a little longer? The tea is still hot.

From,

Your love