Saturday Evening, March 7^th, 1942

Hello Honey,

Remember me? The little girl that sits up in bed and writes each evening after work. We have a date tonight, remember? Do you remember how many times you came after me from work and we stayed at The Rest for coffee. Oh honey, all these memories we have and share together are sweet to remember. Remember dear, one night I told you that I loved you. I do, my dear, very much. I am very happy, dear, for I had received a letter today at noon. It was lovely, dear, and it’s warm from too much reading. My darling Nick, I miss you tonight, the only thing I can do is dream and hug my pillow [as] if it was really you.

Sunday Evening

Honey: Will you forgive me for not finishing last night’s letter. Honey, I came home late last night from work and I was very tired. On Saturdays we work until eleven and I was too tired to finish. From eight to eleven was too long for one, dear, and I didn’t finish the letter. This happened one time, honey, and you will forgive one. I still love you, dear, but I couldn’t finish. I got up today with a splitting headache, honey, and went to work. I was tired, dear, but I had to go. I came home and right to bed I went. I’m still in bed, honey, and it is seven-thirty o’clock. After a while I’m going to take a bath and go right to bed. We have new fellows in, honey, and how tired I feel.

Honey, I got a raise, but not a very large one. I have to pay income tax, dear, but not that much. Honey, I’m going to tell all over again that I’m in love with you. Yes, I miss you. I’ve read and reread your letter, dear, that you wrote Wednesday evening. The envelope does look very worn. Every time I get a letter, dear, something happens to me. I forget everything around me and think back over all the dates we had had and of all our meetings together. That is one thing I like to do, dear, is day dream. Day dream of the past and more so of the future. I hope and pray that all goes well for us – that nothing happens to us for I wouldn’t want to live if it does happen. We never know what will happen from one day to the other. Darling Nick, I miss and miss you. It is so long between now and your leave, but I’ll wait, my darling, for you. I’ve waited so long and the time seems but will pass quickly.

The weather is lovely out. I think that spring is here.

Honey, I had the locket on today. It goes very lovely with all my dresses and skirts. You are always with me, my dear, no matter where I go. Your picture goes with me in my wallet and locket.

I love you, dear, very much. I get thoughts in my head and things that I shouldn’t even think about. Easy- really when it is Saturday evening. Last night I was tired and so lonesome that I couldn’t finish your letter. When I’m lonesome, dear, I cry to feel better afterwards. I just miss you and how I wish that you were here with me.

Honey, did you like the flaming bomb? I’ll try to send you one each week.

Honey, we lost the inspection this week. Number one has the trophy. We had the trophy for so long that the other branches were becoming discouraged.

Were we busy! Shoe brushes, hangers, soap----etc---- my were we busy! I’m sure, honey, that you know how it is.

I have three blouses that I must press. So, honey, I’ll see you again tomorrow and I’m sending to you and only you all my love and kisses. May God bless you, dear, and take very good care of yourself. Goodnight, dear, and may you have sweet dreams tonight. Before I close I want to tell you something again. I love you, sweetheart; love you with all my heart. I just yearn to see you, to kiss you, and be held in your arms. I look back, dear, when we were recently together. Honey, we could hardly wait until we were alone. You even wanted to leave or thought I didn’t want you to stay. Honey, I love you, and things turned out differently from what I thought. We love each other, honey, and we proved that our love was true. It is, dear, for we want to be together to be alone. Oh, honey, I love you and love you. May it always be wonderful for us. This love of ours, dear, is and will go on and on between us.

So, honey, again I say goodnight, dear, and sweet dreams to you.

Lovingly yours,

Rose Marie

Monday Morning:

Hello honey. I’m all ready to go to work this morning. To the post office I’ll go to see if I have a letter from you. I hope I have one, dear, for the last one was on Saturday and it’s lonesome without a letter on Sundays. Honey, I love you.

Rose