Love Letters to My Husband Essay

What is the ultimate form of a tragic love? For Wong, it is neither denial nor acceptance, but an eternal state of longing and waiting. Among Wong Kar Wei’s internationally acclaimed productions, Days of Being Wilde (1990), In the Mood for Love (2000), and 2046 (2004) are loosely counted as a trilogy of love. In the end chapter of his trilogy 2046, Wong continues to focus on Chou-Mu-Yun, a sentimental yet callous writer and womanizer. Revolving around the affairs of Chou, 2046 presents to its audience three pathways that love could possibly offer: to unite in happiness, to move on after the denial from the loved one, and to linger upon the unanswered love in perpetuity. Chou is undoubtedly chosen to be the bearer of the last pathway. As the

The journey that Richard and Mildred Loving took is important for history and for the future of civil rights in the United States. I recently watched the documentary The Loving Story and enjoyed the footage, pictures, and interviews of everyone involved in the Loving v. Virginia case. The documentary addressed the issue of interracial marriage in Virginia in 1967.

My reaction to this short story was one of sadness and fear. My husband is a soldier in the U.S. Army, and this short story resonates very personally with me. I hear war stories all time; from my husband, from his friends, and from the other Army wives. O’Brien’s stories and experiences remind me of all the other sad and horrific stories that I have heard. But what is even sadder is that those not

I am part of a large family, I lived with a mother, father, three older sisters, and a younger brother. We lived in the large city of Los Angeles, California. There was no apparent infidelity that I was ever aware of in my family, but yet there seemed to be a small bit of the same crass attitude that my mother had for my father. He was stricken with a disability and unable to provide in the same manner she was accustomed. All of my siblings that could helped out in any way they could. The point is that we were a family that pulled together when needed. When I left for the military odyssey, I had no idea I would be placed in harm’s way. It was peace time. I made a surprise appearance one Christmas eve, my family was under the impression that I was still aboard ship and that I would be home in January for a visit. I secretly showed up on the front porch in full uniform, my sea bag slung over my shoulder. Holding back my own tears of excitement. I opened the front door and I stood there. For a brief moment frozen in time was my whole family, my beloved

Yesterday I was at work from sunrise till it was pitch black dark. Today I am completely wrecked and can’t be bothered doing anything but tomorrow and for however long the war goes for I will be at it again and again day after day. The days that follow after the battle are a thousand times worse than the days of the battle and it’s not the physical pain that hurts the most it is the mental pain that leaves the mark. The dead people look sickening but they don’t suffer any pain, But the poor wounded soldiers that still have their life are suffering both physical and mental pain and are living through what some people would call hell. I pray to God that this ferial event will stop. Our Regiment started this morning for Harpers Ferry. I am told with a few others and the nurses to remain here until the wounded have been removed then to join up with the Regiment again. I am expecting there will be another massive fight at Harpers Ferry again soon. My Dear Wife I dream of the day I pass the Hibbards house and see you and Amy waiting outside our house welcoming me with open arms, I also dream of the day I am lying next to you in front of our open fire with our beautiful daughter. You

War is an experience that is difficult to understand and describe. Imagine coming back from war and not having the love, comfort, or support from your loved ones to help you move on with your life. How would one feel in that situation? According to the way Tim O’Brien told the stories of the soldiers in The Things They Carried, they either knew how to cope or didn’t.

Facing death at any age is difficult, but for Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and John Sullivan, it came early, resulting in two essays retelling their experience.  In their accounts of these situations, the author can see they both want to emphasise that death can come in very unexpected situations.  To My One Love, by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, begins on page 17 of 50 Essays by Samuel Cohen.  In her essay, set in present day, she has flashbacks to her relationship with a boy “from the wrong side of town” named Nnamdi.  They were in a loving relationship against their peers’ wishes.  When it came time for them to separate due to education in separate locations, they had ended the relationship, but not before Nnamdi had promised that them

To My Dear and Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me ye women if you can.

Do not grieve, especially you mother, as your son is still alive. Forgive me for I have burdened the two of you with worry and left you letterless for nearly two weeks, but unfortunately, I barely have time to write. As soon as I arrived 21 days ago, the other recruits and I were put to work by the senior soldiers. Contrary to the simple upbringing you have given me, war has shown that power and position are the only things which can guarantee a person’s safety. At the battlefield, in order to prove myself to the other soldiers, I had to repair the broken trench all by myself, even when the shells with their splintering roar soared above my head, threatning to strike me and while I was at rest, the gruesome drills kept

It was a warm summer evening as I packed for Navy Boot Camp. I carefully went down the list of things I could take and ensured I didn’t have anything else. A little nervous I went to talk to my parents about my move to becoming my own man. I looked at their faces and could tell that although they were proud they were a little nervous about their only son leaving home for the first time. My mom tried to smile but she was proud yet nervous because I had always been her little guy so she was having a hard time letting go. After a short conversation with my parents I decided to try and rest for the long journey ahead.

Romantic language in literature has been used for ages to express authors' feelings for another human being. This language has been developed through out the years to create ways in which different types of romantic emotions can be expressed in writing. From the breath taking romantic novels of today all the way back to the first writers of the Bible and the romantic books of Song of Solomon and Psalms, romantic language has not only been used to express human emotions but also the role of these emotions in the culture of the times. There have been numerous authors who dared to go beyond what their society would have viewed as politically or morally correct. Anne Bradstreet is one of these authors;

Love is difficult to define, difficult to measure, and difficult to understand. Love is what great writers write about, great singers sing about, and great philosophers ponder. Love is a powerful emotion, for which there is no wrong definition, for it suits each and every person differently. Whether love is between family, friends, or lovers, it is an overwhelming emotion that can be experienced in many different ways.

I have met many people so far in this life, but the person I enjoy remembering the most is my husband Jeff. He was born and raised in Tennessee. He is six feet tall, weighs two hundred sixty seven pounds,he has dark brown eyes, and such a nice smile. His hair is jet black with just a few silver and white strands throughout. He is a very big and strong character of a man. And yet he is the most gentle, kind and caring man that I have ever met. Jeff has a sexy southern drawl to his voice. The one person who has influenced my life greatly is my husband, the first reason being because of his positive attitude, his intelligence, and the way he expresses his love.

I met her two years ago and we did not have much to say at that time. Little did I know that she would later steal my heart and become an intimate part of my life. As the saying goes "there is someone for anyone at any time in this life" and I was about to find out that this saying was so true. I have had a wall built around me and my defense was as a stronghold to protect myself from all the relationships that have come and gone over the years. I thought that I was meant to be alone in this old life and happiness was forever gone from me. This wonderful woman I am speaking of is Mary Doe, and the joy she has given me has revived my hope and faith that I may have finally found love and peace within. She has made me feel like I am a child

These memories stayed fresh in my mind. He just graduated high school. And worked part time as a landscaper. He found out he was accepted into the Army a couple months after graduation. I had not realized how sad we were going to feel until the day he left. My family and a few of my brother’s friends gathered at the airport. I remember my mom was sitting on a bench waiting for my brother as he said his final goodbyes. She wiped the tears rolling on her cheeks. I have never seen her so sad. It was almost time to board. My mom walked with him to the TSA line. Her left arm was around his waist and her head rested on his shoulder. She turned to face him. Then hugged my brother as tight as she could. As she sobbed heavily, she told him “Please be careful. Please take care of yourself”. My brother replied “I will Mom. I’m going to be okay. I promise”. My mom’s cheeks were as red as an apple and her eyes were covered with more