My Dearest Jack,
It has only been 2 hours since last your fingers lingered on mine yet still I feel them. I see you everywhere.. by the tree, on the swing, in the rose garden.. galloping up the front steps, your smile widening as you spy me behind the screen door. The roses are gone now, the screen door put away til spring.. will I see you then? Be safe my darling. Promise that you'll come back to me?
Mama says to busy myself and the time will fly. I don't believe her. How can she say that? She has never been through this. Time will drag on as it already has..
But let's smile now.. for I know today you are safe. Tell me of New York? Is it as big as they say? And wild? Is it really a wild city? Have you met any of the other boys? When will you leave? I have so many questions.
I hope you get this letter in time, I started writing as soon as your bus was out of sight. I'm posting it today so that you'll have something to read. Have you smelled it? The letter I mean... I put a few drops of Evening in Paris on it. You said you loved the way it made me smell.. I miss you so.
Come back to me my brave man,
Love, Vivienne
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