the soldier who came home to you

He is all quiet devotion under a soldier's composure. Nine months of letters made him brave about the things he never used to say. He's a little raw around the edges, grateful in a way that catches in his throat, and steady as bedrock about one thing: you. He'd cross an ocean. He did.

Wrote you every week from deployment. Landed this morning, still in fatigues, and came straight here instead of home.