My heart is aching as well as — or rather as badly as — my tooth
I am now in Rhode Island, New Hampshire. It is a very strange place, I can’t seem to tell exactly what anything is or what it is or how I feel or anything else. My Darling, dearie sweet love.
My tooth is throbbing, throbbing, throbbing, throbbing and throbbing, it is a jumping toothache. Nothing whatever will cure it. It ached so badly this morning that I went off and forgot my dinner, and to tonight I wanted some gingerbread and milk, but when I got the gingerbread I went and buttered it instead, with the little lump of butter on my plate, — I didn’t notice until I began to eat. Dearie, dearie, dearie, dearie, I want you. I love you I love you I love you I love you. Oh if I could only put my arms around you and draw you right up close and snug, and kiss you, once, twice, three times, a hundred, a thousand, a million — times without number — My heart is aching as well as — or rather as badly as — my tooth — teeth. I can’t think now when work for the day is over — “I am going up and see Mabel to-night” – “just as soon as I eat my supper.” — It is a terrible feeling — there is a mighty longing for something, a something that is everything to me.
I’m afraid David will have to come down here if he wants to see me, I can’t stand it to go up there again unless you dearie are there, to come to the door and say to me with that roguish darling smile “who are you?” I want to be with you, I want you to be with me. I love you dear I love I love I love I love I love I love you dear, from the bottom of my heart to the top, with all my might. I am trying to be cheerful, light hearted and gay but it doesn’t seem to be much use, but then “it is only for a short time” dearie, isn’t it and I will keep trying for your dear sweet sake. I love you. I hope everything will happen to make you all have the best and most enjoyable time possible. I hope the same for everybody and for you darling. I love everything, birds, flowers, hills mountains, and people and you you you dear. Send those letters every day it is all I have.
Love to your folks and love to you dear.