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world who feel as we do, or have the reason to, that is
why I hope & pray that I may be allowed to come home
I said earlier in this letter that I would not write
about it any more, but I must tell you that I really think
of nothing else at all, all day, during work, & all the time
I am awake. You can imagine how restless it makes me
feel, & unable to settle down & write & still less read. I
can sit for an unlimited time & think about you & what
we will do & what we will talk about, & when & where
& how we will make love. And also about making the
acquaintance of Max & making him used to me & realise
that I am his father & your husband & a permanent part
of the family. I think he will understand quickly that I love
him & that you & I love eachother. But I shall always
wish that I had known him during this last year & also
that I had been able to hold you in my arms & against
my body, & make love to you both when you were
carrying him inside you. You know darling one, it has
been very wonderful the way we have always loved
eachother & been anxious to make love, under all
circumstances. All the time during your pregnancy
& then afterwards, when I was wanting you very badly &
you were not ready, you used to want me, & you
satisfied me in sweet & comforting & loving ways.
And you never wanted to send me away or into
another bed - & I always loved you & admired you
just the same, didn't I? I somehow feel that such
things are indications that our love & even our passion
will survive all changes which the years may bring,
It is wonderful how our passing still lives, & even
burns brighter & hotter than ever. Love & respect &
admiration & dependence on eachother - those qualities &
feelings happen & continue often enough, I think -