This is an article which shows the love of a seafarer’s wife towards his sailor.
Dedicated to those ladies who sail on a different boat altogether. They create a world of their own, not their dad’s princess anymore, but even then that’s what they are still known for. They live hardcore life and they crave for their sailors. They spend countless moments but hide their tears, praying for we sailors, somewhere living in constant fears. They be with us, emotionally, and by all other way they can.
In this article, I have tried to show a sailor’s wife and her emotions with the form of an email that a girl is trying to type for his sailor.
The sailor’s girl is trying to remember his mariner and typing a long mail...
My Sailor boy, I still remember the day I first met you, a nervous young boy of
seventeen. Time tricked us into falling in love with each other and I
ended up marrying you. It seems so surreal at times. The boy I loved
has now become a man. And yes, a man no less than a mariner.
Even back in college days I hated spending a single second without
you. The concept of two of us separated by hundreds of kilometres
killed me every second and I frantically called you like a girl
possessed by love. But now, that you’re even farther away; sailing in
some god forbidden water body; riding the waves,the insecurity grows.
The fear of losing you grips me; catches me off guard every other minute.
I have been trying to contact you for over two weeks now. I know; two
weeks isn’t a long time, but still ; I don’t have control over my
heart darling. I have my mind telling me that you’re going to come
back home just after another hundred and thirty six days; but you know
what , I just can’t help but think of you every single second.
The other day I woke up in the middle of the night, trying to call
you; and somehow your phone rang. I just can’t explain my anticipation
and excitement as I sat on my bed, wide awake biting my nails, praying
hard to god that you might call me the very next moment.
I know, it sounds stupid
but your last time ring left me smiling all through last week.
I don’t know how this happens, but you manage to sneak in my dreams
every night without fail. It's like you just don’t escape my line of
thought. EVER..
And that keeps me going. Those two minutes of your soothing voice.
Sometimes, people come around, as if trying to pity over me being the
wife of a sailor. They say it’s sad to be all alone the maximum part
of the year; having to live life all by myself. But, I am proud of my
existence. Of me being a sailor’s wife.
Life isn’t easy without you here. I still have that bouquet you bought
me the day you left; it is all dried up and tethered but I have
decided to keep it as your memory.
All this bantering and yet, I don’t know how I have kept it from you
for so long. There’s news for you baby. The next time you come home;
there will be a surprise waiting for you. A kick or two from your own
baby.
Yes, My sailor ! I know you’ll be happy like crazy. I’m two months pregnant.
When you come back I’ll be already having a big bump with our baby
kicking hard inside. Imagine our own child. I just can’t tell how
proud I feel to bear our baby. Tests arrived a day after we talked for
the last time. I’ve been calling you over and over again, just to let
you know. I texted; but such a lazy man you’re you never checked your
mails either.
I think it will be a boy. I’m considering getting a room painted blue
for him. So many things are to be done. I haven’t let anyone know as
of yet. You’re the father. You deserve to be the first one to know.
There’s so much to be done. Getting a doctor’s appointment, getting
vaccinated, baby proofing the house; internet makes pregnancy looks so
tedious. What will I do without you?
It leaves me overwhelmed to think of doing these all by myself. And to
think you don’t even know about it yet. Yes, I terribly miss you; I
don’t really know what I’ll do. Perhaps I’ll give mom a call and call
her over. But when you come back, I want you to be with me and help me
with everything. You’re such a lazy guy when you’re on holidays.
Seriously , I’m kind of freaked out. I wish you’d come over and hug
me once and whisper in my ears that everything will be alright. You’ll
set everything right. I know you’ll, but sometimes, all I need is a
reassurance. Till then, I’ll be a brave girl worthy of my brave man
out there on the sea. My mariner.
And I think it’ll be a boy like you. Don’t you think so ?
Dedicated to those ladies who sail on a different boat altogether. They create a world of their own, not their dad’s princess anymore, but even then that’s what they are still known for. They live hardcore life and they crave for their sailors. They spend countless moments but hide their tears, praying for we sailors, somewhere living in constant fears. They be with us, emotionally, and by all other way they can.
In this article, I have tried to show a sailor’s wife and her emotions with the form of an email that a girl is trying to type for his sailor.
The sailor’s girl is trying to remember his mariner and typing a long mail...
My Sailor boy, I still remember the day I first met you, a nervous young boy of
seventeen. Time tricked us into falling in love with each other and I
ended up marrying you. It seems so surreal at times. The boy I loved
has now become a man. And yes, a man no less than a mariner.
Even back in college days I hated spending a single second without
you. The concept of two of us separated by hundreds of kilometres
killed me every second and I frantically called you like a girl
possessed by love. But now, that you’re even farther away; sailing in
some god forbidden water body; riding the waves,the insecurity grows.
The fear of losing you grips me; catches me off guard every other minute.
I have been trying to contact you for over two weeks now. I know; two
weeks isn’t a long time, but still ; I don’t have control over my
heart darling. I have my mind telling me that you’re going to come
back home just after another hundred and thirty six days; but you know
what , I just can’t help but think of you every single second.
The other day I woke up in the middle of the night, trying to call
you; and somehow your phone rang. I just can’t explain my anticipation
and excitement as I sat on my bed, wide awake biting my nails, praying
hard to god that you might call me the very next moment.
I know, it sounds stupid
but your last time ring left me smiling all through last week.
I don’t know how this happens, but you manage to sneak in my dreams
every night without fail. It's like you just don’t escape my line of
thought. EVER..
And that keeps me going. Those two minutes of your soothing voice.
Sometimes, people come around, as if trying to pity over me being the
wife of a sailor. They say it’s sad to be all alone the maximum part
of the year; having to live life all by myself. But, I am proud of my
existence. Of me being a sailor’s wife.
Life isn’t easy without you here. I still have that bouquet you bought
me the day you left; it is all dried up and tethered but I have
decided to keep it as your memory.
All this bantering and yet, I don’t know how I have kept it from you
for so long. There’s news for you baby. The next time you come home;
there will be a surprise waiting for you. A kick or two from your own
baby.
Yes, My sailor ! I know you’ll be happy like crazy. I’m two months pregnant.
When you come back I’ll be already having a big bump with our baby
kicking hard inside. Imagine our own child. I just can’t tell how
proud I feel to bear our baby. Tests arrived a day after we talked for
the last time. I’ve been calling you over and over again, just to let
you know. I texted; but such a lazy man you’re you never checked your
mails either.
I think it will be a boy. I’m considering getting a room painted blue
for him. So many things are to be done. I haven’t let anyone know as
of yet. You’re the father. You deserve to be the first one to know.
There’s so much to be done. Getting a doctor’s appointment, getting
vaccinated, baby proofing the house; internet makes pregnancy looks so
tedious. What will I do without you?
It leaves me overwhelmed to think of doing these all by myself. And to
think you don’t even know about it yet. Yes, I terribly miss you; I
don’t really know what I’ll do. Perhaps I’ll give mom a call and call
her over. But when you come back, I want you to be with me and help me
with everything. You’re such a lazy guy when you’re on holidays.
Seriously , I’m kind of freaked out. I wish you’d come over and hug
me once and whisper in my ears that everything will be alright. You’ll
set everything right. I know you’ll, but sometimes, all I need is a
reassurance. Till then, I’ll be a brave girl worthy of my brave man
out there on the sea. My mariner.
And I think it’ll be a boy like you. Don’t you think so ?
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