art by Cher Jiang Yale Station: Letters of Love |
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| April 15, 1947 7:15 pm My Darling -- Surely, I have been in love with you before Sunday but what has happened, since Sunday has not exactly occurred before. Though not a strange phenomenon -- it is new to me, that being -- that you have not left me one single moment since Sunday. I have been constantly, unceasingly longing for you even to the point of thinking I would hie me off to Connecticut tonight. How foolishly inadequate to say -- I love you! Told my gang tonight over our nightly coffee. Had to. They asked when I would take my vacation -- I told them -- Well each face said -- but one voice spoke -- “Emily, you wouldn’t -- you couldn’t get married without telling us?” No I couldn’t. I’m the first of our bunch to take the all important step. Could not cheat them of the chance to make a fuss over me. Mother and Dad took it graciously. Dad still thinks we should have waited. My darling -- we are possessed with more than a day in problems. Cannot tell you how glad I am that this wedding of ours will have some of the close-knit family preparations so dear to the hearts of many. I knew that I’m greatly loved but no one has insisted on being at my wedding (other than my gang). Glad it will all be quiet and inexpensive for I feel it suffices. We married in a greater sense some time ago. Today was an achingly, lonely day of Spring! Inside my heart -- outside the office window. Everyone rushing like mad to the nurse’s office for a vaccination. Seems there’s an epidemic of Smallpox here in the city. I’ll get mine tomorrow (vaccination that is -- not Smallpox!) Sister Sue just ambled into the kitchen -- sends her regards. And to you -- my miracle -- my only dream which ever came true -- a very good night -- and I love you. Your Emily -- P.S. Anxious to know if you received the pictures. Wasn’t sealed too securely. |