Dear Leo,

“I used to think that we were the worst kind of poetry, the kind that spoke of future promises never kept and dreams never fulfilled. I’m starting to see the beauty of it, and I would not change it.”

“I lied. Going to war meant losing everything you hold dear. But I hope and pray he does not grow up to figure that out.”

Nell has seen a world without war and now she lives in one ravaged by it. But life moves on, and that is something she tries very hard to accept. The children still play in their favourite meadow and read the same books. Her friends fall in love again and marry. And the bakery still sells the same muffins and bread.

But life without her best friend by her side is a hard pill to swallow. And she can’t help but hope that maybe, just maybe he will come home…