The Northern Border, Letting Go Of Love

Elias Jenson hated me for ten years because his childhood sweetheart died.

The day after our wedding, he volunteered for the harshest military outpost on the frozen northern border.

For a decade, I sent him countless letters and tried to win him over, but his only response was always the same.

"If you're really that guilty, why don't you just go die already?"

But when I was taken by kidnappers, he stormed into that den of thieves alone.

He took multiple bullets to get me out.

Before he to