My boyfriend and I had been together for five years. I had been hinting that I wanted to get married for some time and FINALLY, on the night of the anniversy of the first day we met, he popped the question. Of course I said yes! Two months had gone by and my husband joined the National Guard, later getting drafted, (I'm not good on military terms) to Iraq. I was naturally upset. The night before he was suppose to leave, he told me "You are beautiful." Those were the last words he said to me. He died three weeks after he shipped out. A year after that, on the anniversy of our wedding day, I was sitting in the bedroom I had once shared with my husband, rummaging through a box of love letters shared between us. I found a blank sheet of lined paper. As I was staring at it, I heard a familiar, though now distant, voice whisper is my ear, "You are beautiful." I nearly screamed. I tore the paper in half, in a fit of confused horror. I looked around. There was no one there. I assumed I was just being stupid. Wasn't. Every night since then, my beloved husband, deceased at age 24, whispered in my ear, "You are beautiful".