Ven,                                                                                                 July 13, 1941

I feel I must tell you, the Gold flames are mixing with the red and it's burning me up inside, I need to tell you I love you for I fear I may never get the chance if I don't do it soon. you make me crazy when you talk about others the way I want you to talk about me. So i've made up my mind, some time this month i'll tell you how I feel, I'll be vulnerable, i'll let you see my flaming heart, and I hope and prey that you'll accept me, that maybe you'll love me too.

I hope you won't leave me,

Luci