31 July 1941 – Queens, New York

Dearest Marion,

I’m sorry I couldn’t see you last night but as I guess you know I was sick.  I hope you had a good time.  It’s just my luck to miss those things.  I missed you last night and will miss you tonight.  Although I might see I doubt it because I will get home pretty late.

I’m really sorry I didn’t see you because I was in an extra special good mood, which would aid me in telling you how much I love you.  It may sound silly for someone our age to say something like that but it must be true because I like a lot of people but your way above them in my estimation. It must be love. Sometimes I wonder why people say fellows & girls our age can’t love each other.  I don’t see why we can’t.  In olden days people got married when they were sixteen.  They must have loved each other.  While I’m working, sleeping and even playing, in fact, all the time I think of you.  “I love you” are the only words that can explain how I feel.  And I mean it.  So long until tomorrow.

Love,

Larry

P.S. Please don’t show this to anyone. It’s not that I’m ashamed of it because really there is only written my thoughts and feelings.  But it’s nice to have two now these things.  Incidentally, your sister’s handkerchief is enclosed. LxRx

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