“I stumble upon a random letter…”
Cleaning up after the war has ended, means going through the things of those who passed. It’s not a fun job, but it hurts all the more when you come across something like an unfinished letter. Was Marie (the woman who wrote it) going to express her joy? Her pain? Her goodbye?
All it reads at this point is,
I write this with my heart truly bursting…”
Closing up her writing desk, and packing up her home hurts when I don’t know if she was to marry Andrew or if Andrew knew she was writing him a letter. I hope her parents in Texas can help this letter, this note, find it’s way to Andrew…if he wasn’t another fatality in the war.