Postmark JUL 15, 1907 (“#2.”)

Love love love isn’t it glorious dear?

(continued…) come back. Did you feel as though you must fly to me and “never-never-never” leave me again? If you had come flying to me dear, I would have caught you with both arms wide open and I would have held you so tightly that you couldn’t leave me again. I can’t let you go again it is too much. Love love love isn’t it glorious dear? — Love like yours and mine. I can’t get over it to think that I can’t go up to see you this afternoon at half past three. There is nothing that will take up my mind. I can’t go next Sunday or next Sunday or next Sunday but it will be “only for a short time” won’t it? It makes it seem a little shorter to say that and think that — but I want you, I want you I want you you you you you come back dearie.

I LOVE YOU!!!

I never thought that I would even be writing letters like these either, dearie, I hadn’t ought to get so desparate had I, it makes you feel so badly while you are away trying to enjoy your vacation I don’t want my letter to bring tears, and yet I do, Oh dearie I don’t know what I do want except you, I cannot help but get desparate, hard as I try, I want you I want you I want you. The harder I try to make my letters make you laugh, the harder I try to make them sound cheerful and bright, the more desparate I get and the letters have just the opposite effect. I want to hold that dear head in my arms and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss those tears away. I am selfish dear, that is the matter. I am too selfish to make myself cheerful and to try and make you cheerful too. I will keep trying and perhaps you will get a cheerful letter, one that will make you laugh, one that will make you scream. When we finally do get both ends to meet, we will put them together so that they will never come apart. This will be absolutely the last time that we will have another separation like this.

I can’t tell you any news for I don’t know what is going on around here. I shall stay in New Hampshire, Rhode Island until you return. Come soon won’t you dearie. Write as often as you can, it is all that I have now you are gone. Come back dearie. I love you.

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p.s. I love you dear I love you dear I love you dear I love you dear I love you dear

Remember me to your folks and tell them that I would like to be there (you know why) I shall come, I must. Your little picture is in one of my note books now, where I can get at it easier, you know how hard it was to open my watch cover and once in a while I have a little spell that I want to see it immediately, where if it were in my watch the result might be injurious to the watch.

I love you dear I love you dear I love you dear I love you dear I love you dear I love you dear I love you dear I love you dear I love you dear I love you dear…

#3
(to be continued…)

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