(a feeling that i just cant shake)

Dearest Betty,

Today has been a long and weary day. I ache to see you and feel the coolness of your silky skin. I can’t seem to forget how much I love caressing your beautiful feet, they have the sweet fragrance of early morning dew. Everyday, I think about what you are wearing. Maybe that little red & white polka dot number you wore on our 2nd anniversary. Or perhaps, nothing at all. By the way, I visited with the five sisters last night*. The nights are so cold. I can hardly sleep with all the sounds of war around me.

I miss you desperately. I long for you every minute of every hour.

Yours forever

Paul

*he jerked off (I didn’t know that was euphemism, tbh)

My Dearest Betty,

This morning I awoke with your name on my lips and a picture of you in my heart. Each day we are apart is torture and joy. Torture because you are not in my arms. Joy because it is one less day to wait to see you and caress you once again as I did the few beautiful moments we had together in San Francisco when we said I do. I’ll never forget the day we met the wonderful smile you were wearing, and those gorgeous gams.

As the bombs explode around my fox hole I fight on and on with my good friends at my side protecting me and I them, but it is still impossible not to think about you, but having to put my thoughts away I write... Adieu my love

Forever yours