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You remember it, Tom, you remember the first night you saw me. It was only one look connecting our eyes, and you almost collided with your mother because of looking spellbound at me. My wineglass stopped in midair and it did not spilled only because I had the good sense of leaving it on the waiter’s tray.
The musicians started a lento. It was “Stand by me”, do you remember? In a magic way, suddenly you were on my side offering me your hand with the words “May I have the pleasure of this dance?” on your lips. I could not dance. I did not know how to dance. It was shameful, being a girl, so I did not admit it to you and I put my hand on yours. In the first two steps, you noticed my fault, and you only smiled and guided me wonderfully on the learning of dancing, with a lento as silky as the one that sounded at that moment. I asked your name. Tom. A gorgeous name, if my opinion influenced by Cupid counts. Your entire name it is. Thomas is gorgeous. William is gorgeous. And my new name is gorgeous. Mrs Hiddleston. I love how it sounds. Mrs Hiddleston...
It was “Stand by me” the same theme that surrounded us with its chords your last night at home. Stand by me were the words repeated, time and time again, against your uniformed chest, but we two knew that was impossible. I saw you leaving, that autumn morning. Who knows where you are now. You did not answer my last letter, and I have the confidence that it is only that you do not have either ink nor paper.
Our little Lena sends you kisses, she still does not know how to write, but she is a quick learner. James already has a girlfriend, can you believe it? According to him, it is a serious relationship, although both are only twelve years old. Our children are wonderful, Tom, you must come back to see them, do me the favour.
And I beg you, Tom, I am begging you, let me know if you receive this letter. Because I will not be able to sleep one night more, imagining your eyes fixed on the stars, with a bullet in your heart, somewhere in the trenches. I cannot, Tom.
Come home. Stand by me.
I love you,
Mrs Hiddleston.
