Life is Too Short to Worry About Unimportant Thing

When we met, you were in the Navy and I was at College.

We met, you left, six weeks later you came back, and moved in.

You left again, for Norway, or Sweden, somewhere with water, and with lovely chocolates and perfume.

You came home six weeks later, you set sail 6 weeks later, right round the coast of Britain. You came home after 8 weeks, (it didn't take that long - you just kept stopping off), and the wee boatie was no more - you got a transfer. This one was going on deployment.

You left at the start of June, the day before my Graduation.

When you came back, I had graduated, got a job, and moved into our first flat. And I was 7 months older.

You were home, and away alternately for weekends and weeks, whilst the boat R&R'd, and then, suddenly you were off again.

Another six months. I had moved location with work, bought our first flat, had a breakdown and aged another 6 months.

This time, you stayed. You gave up the Navy, worked beside me, and for a few months we were together always. Then you changed jobs and you were off again. 2 months at a time.

What kept us together all that time - our letters. Letters from you, letters from me. Envelopes full of love. Envelopes full of chocolate. Envelopes full of fears. Envelopes sometimes which were angry. (I try to behave myself). Evelopes with tears.

We didn't have mobile phones, our letters were our only means of keeping in touch.

And we still have them - 26 years on.

let's go read them, remember what it was like!