Dear Heaven,                                                                                  Dec 13, 1940

Hey, how are you? It's been a week since I last saw you last. I miss you, you and your strawberry blonde hair, and hazel eyes. You are stunning and I hope you know that. Your boyfriend, Dylan, has been around my parents shop lately, staring me down. I'm not sure if he knows how much I love you but i'm sure he doesn't. No one knows how much I love you,  they can't know, you can't know. it pains me to know that, but so it must be.  I miss you every day i don't see you, i feel hollow when you're not around. It's hard to explain but I love you like i ought to love a man, and yet I could never love a man the way I love you. You are the fire that burns in my soul and I pray that one day you will be able to see the golden fire in my heart and feel its warmth and love and see me the way you see Dylan. I hope one day my love will burn forever in your mind and you will think of me always.

Love you more than you could know,

Luci