The Letters- April 4, 1927 from Bob to Jean

The Letters- April 4, 1927 from Bob to Jean


             So you remember what happened a month ago today- the day you're reading this. I thought you would- I'll never forget it- the day the skies opened and I caught a glimpse of heaven. 

             I rejoice that your week end left you with strength enough to write. All I can say is you're a hog for punishment.

            Left the office early today with a beastly headache. It might interest you to know that I've enrolled at a boarding house and malted milks have become a luxury rather than a staple article of diet. Also, I got a notice today that my salary has been raised to $125. So perhaps I can continue existence a while longer.

         Yesterday day I saw "It" and thought it was really clever. I had never particularly admired Clara Bow but she certainly was keen this time. 

         Your question about Ward's daring other girls seems to have answered itself nicely. Where, pray, is Jerry? Can't you educate him when you're with him?

         I'm so glad you are feeling well, darling. I've lost most of my fingernails,  fretting about your health. Oh, well- they'll grow again, if you'll promise to be careful.

        Hasn't today been dreary? The kind of a day I love to sit by the window with a book and a pipe. My week-end blues have carried over and, if anything, have increased. 

        You're so far away, dear, and I get so tired of waiting between times. The only hours worth living- worth remembering- are those I spend with you. And they are the only ones when I can be truly myself- for I am not myself when I am not happy. And for some reason you are necessary to my happiness. Its glorious to be in love, darling, but theres bitterness in it, too. Bitterness in having to be away from you for so long. 

         Sweetheart, I hope you may never regret what happened on March 5- either 1926 or 1927 .I know I never shall, unless you change your mind. Even then, dear, I should be grateful to those days for the brief wonder and happiness they brought me. 

        Jean, sweetheart, I've assured you many times that my love was for always. Now I am asking you. Is it for always, Jean?? Please, dear, tell me. 

                                    Eternally yours


P.S. I love you!

P.P.S. I love you!

P.P.P.S. I love you some more. 


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