Feb 25, 1945
Feb 25, 1945
Saturday Night
Darling Shirl,
I came into West Palm this afternoon and I'm staying till Mom and Myles leave. We had supper at the El Tovar and then drove out to Lake Worth and had a bottle of beer. It started to rain out there and came down in buckets all the way back. We stopped at a show around the corner from Mikes. A western and a murder mystery. Some deal, heh. All evening the three of us were like mummies. I guess we all miss you pretty much.
When we came back from the show the rain had stopped and the moon was shinning big and bright. I took a walk down to the lake. I just stood there and looked. The sky was clear and the stars were twinkling. There was a breeze coming from the ocean and the air smelled like a garden. I guess I found out a lot of things then. I know whats wrong with me and why I get in those moods and why I roamed. I was so very lonesome. Not for just anyone - just you. Even before I met you I was lonesome for you. I felt that way before you came and I feel that way now. When I'm with you I forget all about it and enjoy anything I do. Even when you get mad at me I don't mind so much because it's you. I tried to tell you that Miami or Palm Beach wouldn't be any fun without you. It's more than that, Darling, life isn't any fun without you. I get so lost. Wherever we are or whatever we do I'm O. K. if we're together.
Don't let me get too lost. It's a terrible feeling. It doesn't wear off in a couple of days either. It'll last until I see you again. I love you so much. I sorta had to write tonight. Just writing to you makes it easier.
It was swell of you to wire Mom and Myles. They were worried about you. They told me the trouble about getting into the compartment and how small it was. It must have been a rough trip. In a way though, I'm a little glad it all happened. You handled a situation swell and you know how to take it. Honey, I'm very proud of you. You're a wonderful woman. Oh golly I love you.
The insurance policy and the letter came this morning so I sent them as soon as I could. I figured they might be important. Myles sent the box yesterday so it should get there in a couple of days.
Someone else is in our room and I'm sleeping in Eddies. The place is like a morgue and I feel like a ghost. The whole house feels dead. Me and the house are mourning for you.
Everytime I hear, "Don't Fence Me in", I feel like running until I get away from it.I'm fenced in now and I can't be free unless I'm with you. All of my thoughts and feelings are locked up and you've got the key. Why is it that all my thoughts and feelings can be expressed in three words all the time? I love you - I miss you - I need you. Can you understand how important you are to me? You're just an old fascinater.
How's your Mom doing? Golly, that train ride must have been something. I'll bet she was glad to get into her own bed. I suppose everyone has been fussing around like mad. Has Ed been Mama's little helper? I hope eddie is a bit happier back with his gang. Sounds silly, but I miss the little gink. I miss your Mom too. We even had fun with her if at the hospital. Sure hope she can get up soon.
Have you seen Bill yet? Tell him he has my permission to take you out on Saturday afternoons. However I believe he should limit the whiskey sours to 19. No use over doing this sort of thing. Give him a kiss for me. Then he can give you one for me.
The wind is still blowing and I can hear it hissing through the palms. I'm getting lost again.
I'd better shut up now and get romantic with my pillow. Give my love to your Mom and Eddie. Take care of yourself and write soon.
All my love,
Ray
P. S. Darling, I had absolutely nothing to do with the packing of the coconut. It was Myles idea.
XXXX
Ray