Dear Ethel,
It makes me happy to say that I love you, yet sad to miss you terribly, please know that it’s all just nostalgia on my part. I miss Us. I miss being with you. I miss talking to you and just being around you. I've saved all our great conversations in my head you know and I've got mental pictures of you in our youth all over the place. Parts of my mind is a great museum of our love, a sad, yet great place to visit whenever I feel very alone. Things may have happened long ago, but what I feel for you is the same. A lot of things may have been swallowed up in anger or simply forgotten because life took over.
Still, I love you up to my dying breath until the last colors of the day fade away.
Always in love,
John