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too generous, so we worked until 1AM on New Years. Which was pure bliss, let me tell you. A few of my coworkers brought some champagne, and my partner tried to kiss me at the stroke of midnight. Thankfully, my weight lifting has paid off a bit, and I was able to push my partner away. But it was very awkward and uncomfortable at the office for the next few days.
    That being said, I’ve probably delivered way more awkwardness and emotions than one email could. Yikes. I’m a bit embarrassed by all of it, but it is me.
    I won’t try and friend request either Steven or Luke on Facebook. I can only imagine how weird it would be for them to delete me after you read this letter and decide against the wedding.
    But if you don’t, I’ll be waiting.
    Truly,
    Civilian Girl-with insecurities
    P.S. Here is your hint on the third photo: Verificare
     
    Care Package
    Dear Matthew,                                                                                                                               January 7 th
    I hope this package arrives promptly. I, of course, am regretting my last email to you. But it is what it is. I thought you should know about my Christmas.
    Anyway, as I’m writing this to you I’m not sure if you’ll ever respond again. But I wanted to send you something to warm up, regardless.
    Enclosed are some chap sticks for your lips, as if we ever meet your lips can’t be blistered. That would be a turn off. ;)
    Eye cream. I’ve already mentioned my age, and I have no idea of yours, but you definitely want to apply some eye cream, given the harsh environment of Afghanistan in January.
    Lotion (I’m sure you know what to do with that. ;) )
    Ball warmers…I didn’t even know they made them but after you mentioned how yours were getting cold well, if perchance we are to have children, we can’t cut out the possibility of it with your manly parts being frozen.
    Hand warmers in the shape of a heart, I’m sending mine to you. I duplicated it so that you would have one for each hand.
    And finally, a kiss. (It’s chocolate. I hope you are a fan.)
    Truly,
Vivian
    Chapter Eight
    From: [email protected]

Sent: 1/19/16 23:07

To: [email protected]

Dear Civilian Girl,

I am writing to you with a very full belly and a very happy heart. I got your care package today. I can honestly say it was the best Christmas present ever. Thank you Vivian. It was really thoughtful of you and I appreciate it. I have not had Nutella since I was a kid. Growing up in Germany, my Mom used to give it to us on toast as a treat after school. I forgot about that until I opened the package. I loved the snowflake confetti, by the way. Nice touch, very festive, and worth having to get on my hands and knees to clean up. Because I know you, I can hear you saying something about doing whatever it takes to get me on my knees. But because I pretend to be a gentleman, I will not rise to the bait, even though you can rest assured the same thoughts went through my mind as well.

Anyway, back to the Nutella, I had very noble plans of sharing it, or at least rationing it, so it lasted longer, but sadly it wasn’t to be. Temptation: Nutella is thy name. I could lie and say I did not finish the entire jar in one sitting, but again, a gentleman endeavors never to lie to a lady. So, Vivian, I admit I was a complete glutton. I was like Chunk doing the truffle shuffle. Have you seen Goonies ? Great movie.

I don’t think I can face food for at least a couple of days, which is saying a lot. There was an ongoing joke in my family that I was always hungry. My dad always said he would hate to be stranded with me in the Andes—remember, like that rugby team whose plane went down in the mountains and they had to eat each other to stay alive? My dad said the rescue team would find me gnawing on a thigh bone and they would