Mar. 20, 1942

To My Everything,

I should hope you are feeling well now, do not fret about a late letter- your health is more important than my worrying.

Now I must oblige your wishes: you are the light of my life, I cannot begin to describe it. With each second that we are apart, I yearn for you deeper.

You envelope my thoughts when I rise in the morning and torture my soul as I am forced to drift to sleep without you by my side each night.

This revelation is evidently unprecedented, so much so that I do not know what to do with myself.

I read your letter before bed last night and found myself tossing fitfully until the sun shone in through the windows. My body ached and my mind was wracked with shame; I do not know what this means, Steven, but for you I shall try to learn.

With My Whole Heart,
James