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❝ letter eight ❞

31st May 1944

To my dearest,
                             I miss you so dearly, my love. I am begging you to send me something just so I know that you are alive. Some letter, some writing. It only has to be a few lines but I am so tired and lonely without you.

Without your calls or your letters. I have nothing to hold onto and although I know you are alive, I know you are well, it only causes me more worry that you have not responded. I know that this war has been long and there may be women you have met who have turned your head but I wish you would tell me this.

If you tell me that there is someone else, I will stop writing. I will leave you to the war and allow you the comfort of her without the guilt of me but I must know. I am aching just to know you are well and to see your writing again. I have fallen harder the longer I have been away from you and the worry has only made my love stronger.

So please, I am begging you to send me something. Anything just to know that you are safe and well and happy. It is all I can ask of you.

And if you still care, the doctor came again a few weeks ago and he said that whatever is wrong with me is worrying. He advised I find a hot climate to settle down in for the summer months. My aunt is already making plans and I will send the address as soon as I know it if you care any longer, that is where I will be.

I am still incredibly tired and my worry for you has been weighing me down. Even painting is becoming difficult. I cannot do it for more than a few moments before I grow tired and need to sit down again. My aunt is scared and my father has even come down to visit again but I know I will be fine. I just hope to see you.

I want to see you even if it is just for you to break my heart. I would rather you break my heart than leave me unaware.

Connie has also stopped replying to my letters. The last one I have is from a month or so ago and it is short. She only informed me that you are all alive and well and that was it. What am I supposed to gather from that? Has Connie caught your eye? Or are her and James finally devoted to each other like they always seemed like they would be? Are you happier without me? I have been left with these constant anxieties and all I hope for is one letter.

Please.

Josie