The bombs fell anyway. 12 Kilos.
Natalie,
This night is all hellfire. The jet planes are screaming overhead and the bombs are raining down on Richmond proper. I don’t think any man, scholar, soldier, or observer besides could imagine times like ours now. Where once did we pit brother against brother, father against son over ideology, we have done so again and for what? This is all insanity, vain vanity, argument for its own sake and so many will suffer for nothing.
I never should have stopped fighting for your love. I never should have let myself forget what truly matters while flailing around for what I thought I wanted and what I assumed I needed. Our marriage was always a race, but for what?
My life was always a race, and for what?
We had everything two people could ever truly need and we both seemed to be left wanting. We made ourselves and each other comfortable in every way and at every step along that long road we only ever seemed to grow ever farther apart.
I will likely never see you again. My partner, my best friend, my life long companion. You will certainly never read these words. All the more so that I write them now. I am so very sorry for how things went between us, how they ended for us. Our last words shouldn’t have been wasted on argument. Our last words should have been joined in celebration. We once loved each other, fiercely, proudly, honestly, even apart we were both something to be feared. I will die now wondering how much stronger we could have been together and how much more I would have been as your husband if I could have looked past the silly and meaningless demands made of me and those that I made of myself.
Forever yours,
Wally.
