A Love Letter Home

Posted on 29 Apr 2018 @ 7:03pm by Verity Thorne

588 words; about a 3 minute read

'My dearest Verity,

I hope this message finds you well. I know, hand-writing these things seems strange when you then send them to someone, but somehow writing this out for you makes it seem more real. As if I can leave this behind in my quarters and you will come and read it here at the desk.

The USS Washington is about to return from the tour. I have put in a request for a transfer. Anywhere to be closer to you, even if it is Earth. It's not that I am not happy here. I manage, the way most of us pilots do. And I have made friends. The thing is, my love, I miss you. I am sorry I haven't visited you while you have been at Starfleet Medical. I couldn't get the time off. But you know this, I seem to say it in every letter and message to you.

How is your health? Are you eating enough, are you resting? Are you taking the time to take care of yourself? Don't roll your eyes at me, I know you well enough. You never take as good care of yourself as you take care of others. It's the Priest in you.

I worry. I suppose we both worry about each other. I'd still worry even if I was beside you. You occupy my thoughts more than my masculinity likes to admit. Don't tell anyone that though.

I miss you. Take care of yourself, if not for you then for me. I will try and see you as soon as I can. Until then, just remember that you are the first person I think about when I wake up and the last person I think about going to sleep.

I hope to hear from you soon.

With my love,
Oliver'

Verity read over it again, for at least the tenth time, shaking his head with a weak smile. He pressed his fingertips to his lips and then to the screen, letting out a soft breath.

He missed Oliver hugely...yet the guy managed to write a letter that made him feel like he was in the room.

It had kept him going through his time stuck in Starfleet Medical. Through months of being restricted to bed, partially paralysed from his illness, waiting for that message from Oliver.

And it always came. Every day, Oliver sent him something, even if it was just a minute long video message. And even when it was just a minute, he lived for those moments, they had gotten him through a really difficult, dark period that had even managed to test his faith at times.

He knew he had to be the luckiest man alive to have a man like that who cared about him. Cared about him enough to keep writing 'love letters' to him even though he'd been transferred, never missing one. A long distance relationship wasn't easy to maintain, but Oliver tried his very best. They'd agreed that if someone else came along for either of them then they'd step aside and not be bitter, but secretly, he hoped it wouldn't come to that. He was lucky to still have this little bit of Oliver all to himself.

He just couldn't help but wish that he could *really* have him with him now and then. And against him.

Verity chuckled weakly, sighing, glancing upwards. "Too easy, hm?" he whispered before crossing himself. He shut the computer down, not in the mood to record a log anymore.

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