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Saturday, February 14, 2009

Love Letter...


At Christmas time, my father shared a love letter he had found with a picture of my mother. He wrote it when he was eighteen and my mother was sixteen. It was a few months after they had first met on the East Coast when my mom, from Hawai'i, was living there in a trailer park for awhile. Over fifty years later. Love still sustains itself...

November 10, 1952
Monday (Rained)
(Night)
10:30 11:17

Dearest Mona,

Do you know how you'd feel if you hadn't received my letter today, well that is how I feel about your not going to see a doctor about your right side, as if it didn't bother you to know how much I worry about you.

When you see your school doctor, please tell him of the pain you've had. If you don't, I'll ask your mother to send you to a doctor and I will pay for it. If this doesn't work, I'll trick you into seeing a doctor. Your life is as important to me as my own and I mean it. You'll find out someday.

You told me once life wouldn't be worth anything if you ever lost me. I'll always remember this. I think of the times I've been angry at you for something silly but when you smile, I can't help forget my anger. When you hold me I forget my obligation, even my existence becomes secondary to holding, loving you. I never knew of a girl who could cry and laugh so quickly, you truly must have a heart of gold. You could get anything you want from me when you tell me you love me.

I want to thank you for telling me about what went on when you were going steady with other boyfriends. I'm getting to know more about you every week. I don't get mad at you telling me, it's just that I don't like to think of you holding someone else in your arms, and if you had a crush, then you must have told them you loved them. I hope you don't lose interest in me as you have lost interest in them. I'm sorry, I think there is more I need to know about you. I want to know everything.

I didn't get home until 4:15 Sunday or Monday morning. I spent Sunday and Monday with you. I was so tired on the way home I had to wet my eyes to keep awake. When I fell asleep in bed, it seemed like I had fifteen minutes of sleep before I had to get up and go to work. I thought of you getting up earlier than I and how sleepy you must look. I like to hold you when you are tired and sleepy. You seem to be warmer and so relaxed in my arms.

I could have written this over but I'm tired.

Love, Elliott
xxxx Take care-Please think of me-

(Do you show or read parts of my letter to anyone?)

Please answer my letter.

When do you want to see me again? What time?

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