When I got your letter I jumped like a child. I felt like someone who receives a birthday gift after a long time.
Your words are like direct hugs to my heart.
Today we review troops. My men, as always, made me proud to be their officer.
I remembered when I saw you for the first time, when the Russian delegation was received by yours in Tokyo.
There you were with that beautiful uniform. You were so elegantthat you took my breath away. You are such a handsome man, my Yuuri.
I am filled with anger thinking of all those who are lucky enough to see you every day, who can shake your hand, hold you, look at you.
I do not want anyone else but you and me.
That first day we crossed looks something in me shuddered. Your perfect lips , your rounded cheeks...
We introduce ourselves but I do not remember what you told me. I was too enthralled with your beautiful face and eyes. I did not know that there could be someone as beautiful as you.
I didn't know what to do. I had all my regiment behind me and you had yours. I was afraid that everyone could realize how fast my heart was beating. I tried to take a deep breath and look away. But there was nothing to do. I already loved you and I could not get you out of my thoughts. You addressed your troops to pay their respects to mine. A beautiful and manly voice came out of your mouth saying phrases I did not understand.
You captivated me in your language as you could captivate me with anyone else just by using your voice. And now I am so eager to hear your voice saying my name, saying how much you love me and how much you missed me in this time when we are still far away.
Loneliness weighs me down, Lyubov.
I wish I did not feel so empty. Without you my heart is tired and dejected. I want to take you strong in my arms and not let go more. I want to ask you to look at me again as you do, when you look at me with that chocolate eyes that makes me vibrate.
Today I want to relive that first encounter and I would change many things.
I think I would give a cucumber to my regiment or yours. I would throw myself into your arms and kiss you, like that first time on the bridge, no matter that they see me stroking your hair and you do not mind the fact that they see you caressing my back. I need your kisses and I need your touches, my Yuuri. Only you know how to give me pure pleasure. I need you here with me.
PD: I would have given anything to be there on your birthday. I know you did not name it in the letter but I could never forget the date you were born, Lyubov .. ❤
