you are not so sick that you cannot write are you dearie, — God forbid
My darling, I feel just about as sober as it is possible to feel. And I felt pretty sober last night when I came home and found not even a sign of a letter from you. Dearie, I need a letter. Monday night more than any other night in the week, unless perhaps it is Saturday. One letter to carry me over Sunday and the other to comfort me after Sunday. I want you dear, I want you dear, I want you dear, I want you dear, I want you dear, I want you dear, I want you dear, I want you dear, I want you dear I love you!! When I found no letter last night, I was crazy enough to hope that you were coming instead. I want you so much dearie, that I can almost see you coming down the sidewalk, I can almost hear the doorbell ring I can almost feel you tight in my arms, I can almost feel those precious lips.
I don’t want to write dearie, I want to talk, to say “I love you dear.” You are not so sick that you cannot write are you dearie, — God forbid that you are. One day seems like a month to me. It is only a short time however before we shall see each other again. I love you, My Precious, my Dearie, my Darling, my Inspiration, my Courage, my Strength, my Love, my Star, my Queen, Fairie Queen, my Waterlilie, my Rainbow, my Daisy, my Violet, my whole Bouquet, my Jewel, my Angell [sic], my Sunshine, my Happiness, my Hope, My Everything!!!!! I love love love love love love love love love love !!!!!! you !!!!
We three boys went to Keith’s Theatre last night and saw “Peaceful Valley” it was good but you were not there. Everytime [sic] the hero put his arms around his sweetheart, it would nearly make me jump from my seat. I love you.
Come back dearie, come right back, I want you, I need you I love you.
The car goes and I must go. Sweet — come back to me I love you.