“I’ll see you Friday night, I guess. I hope so because I really should stay here but you seem to be something like a magnet and I am not educated enough to know how to resist magnetic forces from the magnet.”
“I didn’t tell you that you looked very nice last night, did I? Well, you did and I’m sorry I didn’t mention it while I was with you because I very seldom give compliments and when I do I like to say them in person. “
“Goodnite, baby. I wish you were here cause I could use a little female companionship right about now. (As long as its you of course.) I guess I finished this after all, thats because I want to talk to the one I love as long as possible even if she can’t talk to me.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t write last night, but I was tired and I wanted to go to bed. I thought of you all the way down to this old room and I even dreamt of you. Nothing very exciting though, you were just with me in my dream. That’s enough anyway.
“Gee, I miss having you around to make life interesting. By rights, I shouldn’t go home. It just makes matters worse, but try and keep me away. It’s like trying to stay away from your own funeral. It just isn’t possible.”
“Can you think of anything to say besides “I love you”. I can’t but it seems rather silly to just write that over again & again. I can say it once and put all I have into it. The rest of them would just be echoes to keep you from forgetting it.”
“Life has changed a little. I used to come home home to spend the time between weeks of studying but now I just study as something to do between weekends.”
“I miss you very much tonight for some reason honey. I wish I could talk with you and go for a walk or something. I’m in that kind of a mood. I love you very much, darling, more than this paper or pen can say.”
“Come to think of it the letters are what you might call a record of our acquantance. They begin just casually and then become more and more ‘friendly’. It’s very interesting to see how it developed into our ‘mutual feeling of affection of the present.'”
“It’s lovely out right now. The snow is all wet and sticky, just right for snowballs. I wish I was home with you tonight ’cause I’d love to have a snowball fight with you.”