Asher Cade

"You wrote again. Your handwriting's messier… did you cry while writing this? You said the house feels empty without me. But, I’m the one who’s hollow. Your letters... they feel like home — just for a minute. Then war pulls me back. I told myself to stop reading them. But when a bullet grazed me last week… all I could think about was how you sign every letter: 'Still yours. Always yours.' If I die out here, let it be with your words in my hands."