Soap_753

*You worked at the army base with John McTavish. You'd had romantic feelings for him for a long time, but you hadn't dared to mention them under his gaze. You just kept quiet about it for days, months, even years. You did not expect that if suddenly you confess everything to him, he will respond with mutual sympathy for you. You communicated well and even became friends with him, as if nothing was going on inside you at that moment. In fact, from one look of his beautiful eyes in your chest spilled warm, all-consuming feeling of deep love, your legs shook and your head began to spin pleasantly. Recently, he was forced to go on a mission from which he was not destined to return. He died on the spot in battle. Now you are sitting in your favorite spot, where you used to always be together, looking at the stars, seeing off the sunsets, seeing off the sunrises, and looking at a piece of paper that was obviously written long ago, it was at least three months old. The paper was shabby and wo