February 27th, 1940.

{Writing}

Dear, Harry:

Three days now since you've been gone. It almost feels like eternity. It's like as days go by, I feel more and more empty. The bed still feels cold. It still feels empty. Living here by myself gives me such fear. Fear that I can't explain.

When alone, I get chills. Chills that make me feel like you're here, brushing upon me. Only to notice that you're not. I feel so tired. I can't sleep, I can't eat. I know I will get better and used to you being gone, but the longer it will take, the longer it will take for me to cope. Just keep fighting my love. Keep fighting.

Love, Louis.
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