Very truly yours,

                                                                                                            A lonely star.

Dear lonely star,

          I cannot feel anything but the words you say to me, I feel like a woman who waits for their other to return home. But, we do not have a home to return to that is together, we are not two separated souls waiting endlessly for the other to arrive, no matter how it may feel. Do you feel this desperation that I do? Or do you have some secret in which you can share to me, for this feeling of loneliness and dread to escape me?

                                                                                      Waiting for you,

                                                                                      Carmen.

Dear Carm,

            I do not have a secret, the answer is no. I feel the loneliness sweep through me, I feel it pulsating through my limbs. I keep my head up high expecting to come to you one day and receive my happy ever after. I never did believe in those until I met you, and maybe these letters prove them, for this is my last letter to you, my last hope at being with you. To be with you in our home because we can be anywhere under the sky, for we can glow together anywhere my love. My last opportunity to hold you, to feel you in this darkness, oh! How I hope you one day take me into the light!

Carmen, will you marry me?                                                Love you now and forever,

                                                                                                            A hopeful star.

Carmen stood there reading the letter, focusing on those random words. Yes, this letter was meant to be the last of her letters, the final words added after the neat writing had first been finished. Carmen sighed, her writing had always been neat to perfection, these new words there, were they written just before sending, finally building the courage to ask her? Carmen smiled at that thought, she went and set a sheet of paper, grabbed a feather and dabbed it in ink, Carmen smiled at her lovers present. It had came with one of the letters, she had said, this was how women would send their husbands in war letters, and that she, was currently dealing with a war in her own mind, wanting to be with Carmen, yet unable to show herself from the darkness, which Carmen had to laugh a little, she was talking about Italy, who would of thought