Text: “Tuesday night. My Very Own — I am so sorry I did not get to write you last night, but we had a study conference in anatomy, several of us, and we’re at it till way after 12. I missed your letter so much yesterday, and when one of the boys came over after the mail this morning during lab and returned with still no letter from you, I was certainly downcast, and had all kinds of wild feeling — although I knew I should not. I just want too much of you — and I know it. When your two letters came this afternoon — my! How glad I was to get them. So you had to ask him home, did you? Well! Yes, I read about the basketball score on Saturday night, and was mutely disappointed to see the old five defeated. How I do wish I could have taken you. Would you have played freshmen with me? Maybe, at the dance — but afterwards? I doubt it! The show we saw the other night was surely […] of the Stone Country: Mary Pickford’s Masterpiece, I think, and she says her favorite. You may have seen her first production of it several years ago. Last night was certainly a pretty night — so much as that night after supper a bunch of us just had to go for a walk down the seawall for an hour or so; it was dark as pitch, but there were a million stars out — and the lighthouses could be seen flickering over the water for some 20 miles off. I made a good wish on the first star I saw — just before supper, and it really came time — a good one, too. I wished I would dream I was with you last night, to kiss you and hold you — and it came true — I got my dream & only to wake up and find that it was only a dream. My, how I do crave to see you again. I didn’t think I could love you musher and musher — but I am, I do, every day in every way, and miss you more than I can tell. Sweetheart, these exams are closing down on us, and we are beginning to use every bit of our time. If at any time my letters should happen to be shorter, or maybe sound cold or hurried — please know why. You know that I love you every bit of the time, love you, love you. I had a long letter from Dock today; guess where he is? In Mexico, in a large hydro-electric power plant some several miles from Parrel, and seems to be very happy, working hard, saving money, and to have a good chance for promotion to assistant engineer in a year or so. He says he’s having a time getting used to the […]! Little Brother returns his very warmest — yes, we’re keeping […] going very nicely — he’s really not so bad as it sounded, but has a tendency to want to get dependent and discouraged as do I when — I don’t get a letter from my Sweetheart. I love you, again and again. Always only yours, Felix.”
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