Who knew writing a letter could change my entire life?

When I come across an advertisement on social media to become a military pen pal, I think it’s the coolest thing ever. Maybe I could make a difference in someone’s life by letting them know they’re not completely alone on Christmas.

I don’t expect the older, extremely hot sergeant first class to be the man that becomes my pen pal.

Nor do I expect him to actually write me back… or send me a picture of himself.

He wants to meet me when he flies in on Christmas Eve.

Will I be what he’s imagined for the past few weeks, or will he decide I’m not what he wanted after all?

I never expected him to write me back…

My best friend has roped me into this pen pal program he found on social media. Part of me feels like it’s just a heartbreak waiting to happen.

I get attached to people too easily.

So, when I finally get my military pen pal’s picture and information, I do my best to keep myself distant.

Yet I can’t stop my heart from hoping.

What I never expected was for him to write me back…or ask me to meet him when he flies home on Christmas Eve.

I agree to meet him at the airport, but the entire time I’m waiting for him, I can’t help but worry.

What if we’re not meant to know each other beyond letters? What if he takes one look at me and decides I’m not what he wanted after all?

I have no urge to be his pen pal…but he wants me.

I think this pen pal thing is stupid and a waste of my time. Yet I signed up for it anyway because my best friend begged me to do so.

I’m intentionally rude, blunt, and short as hell when I write my first letter to Ethan. But instead of not writing me back like I’d been wanting, he not only sends me a letter in return, but he includes a picture of himself and says he’s going to enjoy the chase I’m putting up.

I’m not sure what to make of this man, especially when I struggle to be sexually attracted to people if I don’t have an emotional bond with them. But fine. If he wants to play this game, I’ll let him.

Because there’s no way he can make me fall for him through letters, right?

Wrong.

Now, I’m sitting at the airport, waiting to meet him. Will he see the grump he’s gotten tangled up with and run the other way, or will he still want me despite my cold, rough exterior?