Saturday

My dearest Paul,

If only it were last week this time. There is quite a difference in the way I feel today and the way I felt last Saturday, for I was so happy then, and, today. I’m really feeling love and am missing you terribly, dear.

From now until next Thursday will be an awfully long time, dear, to have to wait to find out for sure whether or not you can get down next weekend. I’ll be hoping, though, that everything there will go in regular order and you will get off. I’m not, dear, going to make any plans for us to be with anyone else, because I want to be just with you, and I don’t want any other people around. Did you get my letter with the plane and train schedules? I hope, dear, you will be able to get away on Friday, for you know I’ll be as anxious to see you and will want you to get here just as soon as possible.

I’d love to see your haircut –I hope, though, you won’t have to have a real short one, because your hair, dear, is too pretty to cut off.

Mary Ann and Beanie went down to Durham this weekend to the dances and game at Duke. I took them to the train yesterday afternoon, and how I wished I were the one to have been leaving, and leaving for Washington and you, dear.

Think Mary Ann decided to take the job at the College, and she seems to be proud over it.

I miss you, darling, and I know it’s going to be lonely for us tomorrow without you. You know, though, I’ll be thinking about you and that I love you with all my heart.

Lucille