May 31, 1945

Thursday Evening

Dearest Ralph,

I’m awful tired and should be in bed but I’ll write a few lines first. I haven’t been writing much lately. I didn’t hear from you for a month and I was beginning to wonder if you had completely forgotten me. I finally got four letters today. I thought you was coming home, then I though you was being sent to the Pacific and then I wondered if you could have been mad or something. I never retrieved and mail dated between Apr.24-May 12. The latest one I got today was written the 16^th. Maybe it’s because you are getting tired of writing letters to me that you don’t write much anymore. I wonder. I guess I’m “down in the dumps” tonight and shouldn’t ever write when I feel this way but I can’t help it.

You said in one of your letters today for me not to plan on seeing you soon. I’ve quit planning anything. Every time I plan I'm just disappointed anyway.

By the way, I can’t remember the dream about you and Kate. Just another one of those silly dreams of mine.

I just finished reading your letters the third time already and I really feel awful tonight. Everything you said sounded discouraging to me. That it would be a year or two yet before you see me; you might make a trip around the world; I think you was just about as disgusted as I am, right now. I guess all we can do is keep on hoping for the best.

I had to laugh when you said that Billy wouldn’t be watching us when we meet again. Boy I hope no one is around, do you?

We didn’t have to work yesterday and Kate and I went to Canton to the show and bought our dinners and then we went out to the lake for a while. I enjoyed myself for once in a long time. Louise, Dean and Ted and Betty were up there. Louise sure is lucky to have Dean all this time. I rode those little cars and though of you all the time. Remember the fun we use to have at those places? Do you think we will again?

Well Ralph I’ll have to go call your Mother and Dad now and get to bed. I’m really tired tonight. I promised them I’d call them when I heard from you. This is some letter but I had to tell you how I felt. I still love you Ralph and you know I do. I don’t mind living like this now if I can be happy someday. This is really a lonely life for you and me but I’m hoping that some of these years before I’m fifty you will be home and we can maybe have a little family. I really miss you Ralph more all the time and I will until we can be together again. I hope that after you get this letter you will write me more often if you can. You always was good to write but maybe you are getting a little careless lately. Well I’m about out of paper so I’ll close. I love you Ralph and you know it.

Always yours

Marge