Tuesday nite Jan 27, “48”
Hello little girl,
And how is my (?) little woman tonight. Lovely and charming, I presume. I hope that your happy face will haunt my dreams tonight. I could think of nothing better, unless it was to see you in person. It is only the thought of your lovely continence, figure, and personality that keeps me from going crazy in this terrible hell-hole full of mentally diseased patients. In fact you are the only reason for which I live.
What a line, tsk, tsk, you would almost think I meant it. But then, maybe I do, but then again maybe I don’t. Anyway, it took up a whole page.
Can you think of anything to say? I can’t. I just can’t say anything that will not give my feelings away. And who wants to give away feelings.
Heck, there’s a big bunch of guys in here now so I’ll stop awhile. I can’t think about you in peace.
I’m back again, worse luck for you, I imagine.
So there’s nothing going on Friday, huh. Well, I’ll be home so I’ll call you up, about 8 I imagine. I hope you’ll be there but if there is anything going on [??], cause I probably can find you anyway. I’ll call you up first, though.
Please pardon me if I seem slightly incoherent. I just can’t think straight when I think about coming to see you.
I’m back again, I just went to the showers with the boys. What a bunch. They throw everyones slippers in the water and hide your towel. Ah well that’s the supposedly wonderful college life.
Darn, I’ll be glad when I see you again. Every week seems to take longer to pass.
We got our finals schedule today. They are all 2 hours long. I have two Monday, three Tuesday, 2 Wed. and 1 Thurs. afternoon. That’s next week of course. That means I’ll be home Thurs, Fri, Sat, Sun and Mon. nites, maybe Tuesday nite too. Five days if all goes well. I’ll be glad when they come.
Did you notice the moon last night and tonight (also Sun?) What a way to look at it with a bunch of boys.
Did you ever realize what a nice person you must be for me to love you like I do? (That’s a plug for both of us.)
I’ll see you Friday, sweetheart, I hope anyway. Be good.
[Drawn musical notes] Full Moon & Empty Arms,
Love, Jim
P.S. With you, I love being stuck. In fact if you will remember, I said I was going to. Nite, I love you.