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selfish things I have done to you and
which must have hurt you, yet you
never let me know.

Just one tiny thing about your wonderful
letter gave me a foolish little pain. Dear
Heart, nothing you can ever say to me is
more wonderful than "I love you." I would
never ask you to embellish [that?]
and would be content for you to play
the man who could say only that. But
Dear, sometimes my faith in myself is
not very strong, and I begin to think of
all my failings, and I think of you
whose viewpoint has undoubtedly
widened and become more broad, and I
wonder if you can still love me.
And one of your notes comes, all about
the glory of your work - and again
I wonder. It's a lack of faith in me
which often just a word or phrase
will dissipate. It's foolish of me, I know,
and when we are together, I shall
never think of it again. But just