I want you to be my wife, “real often” all the time
My Own, my precious Darling,
This is nothing but torture, when it comes half past three on Sunday afternoon it nearly makes me beside myself with longing dearie, longing for you. It is terrible. (You will think that I am a great big baby won’t you, by my everlasting complainings, but dearie I love you I love you I love you with all of my heart dear I love you. and yes — I want you to be my own sweet darling loving wife. I want you, I want you. It doesn’t seem as though I could wait another day. No dear, I do not think that you can get along without me better than I can without you. Why you cannot get along without me, and you will not because you must not. We can neither of us get along at all whatever without the other, can we?
I took your music down to the Round Top this morning. Mr. Sweet is away on his vacation, somewhere in New Hampshire, I don’t remember if they said when he would return but they will see that he gets the music anyway. I didn’t stay and didn’t go to church anywhere. I don’t think I could stand it. Oh! I want you dearie I want you I want you I love you!!!!!!! You are coming back with me dearie, and no! no! no! no! I will not let you leave me again! — I am crazy, desperate, and I would not be at all surprised to wake up some night and find myself travelling as fast as my legs would let me to see my Mabel, to put my arms around her, away up to New Hampshire Rhode Island [sic]. We ought to be up in that piazza out in that hammock instead of where we are. Why do things have to be the way they are and why do things happen the way they do? It is all for the best tho isn’t it. We won’t have to wait much longer — only four weeks — Oh! Oh! Do you suppose dearie for one half an instant, that I don’t know what a girl, what a sweetheart I have? do you suppose any such a thing as that? Do you suppose that I would be so desperately, earnestly and deeply in love if I didn’t know what a sweetheart I have? I know what a girl I have when she makes me fall in love with her the way you have made me fall in love with you dear. I do not fall in love with every girl I see. I love you dear, I love you and only you. You will love me ten times more ardently some day, you will show me some day, my own precious sweetheart, yes I know you will, I cannot wait, come back come back come back come back. Yes I want you to be my wife I want you to be my wife, “real often” all the time. I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I want you I want you I want you I need you I need you I need you I need you, I want you to be my wife, my own darling sweetheart wife, I will never never never no never and never let you go off again dearie and leave me. I love you dear, way down deep in the bottom of my heart I love you.
p.s. (Love to all, “remember”)
I want to joke dearie, I want to make you laugh, to shriek with laughter until the tears come, but somehow I cannot joke, they seem all out of place and dry and coarse and besides I feel much more like giving vent to my feelings by having a good cry. I love you dear.
If I could only put my head in your arms, if I could only put my arms around you and kiss you if you were only my wife now then would I be truly happy.
Oh yes dear, I would stand and allow you to put your arms around my neck and kiss me before everybody + I would do the same to you. I love you. I love you!!!!!!!!!!
I love you dear!!!! No time for more. I love you dear I love you dear I love you dear. I want you Oh I want you want you want you want you to be my wife. I love you dear!!!!