January 18, 1957
My lovely Edith,
Aforetime the advent of the sacred union that will forever tie your soul with the man that God has chosen for you, I can only imagine the time, the spacious extent of the mattress from where the tips of your complexion formerly frame down your delicate figure closer to mine.
The undeniable notion of urging regret and unwell feeling creating on my lower abdomen began to haunt me ever since your arms separated from the room between my shoulders. And I continue to long for the solace sensation of your porcelain skin, dream of meeting your bare exterior, and be once again worthy to experience the warmth of it again.
Edith, every night I'm hoping, when will this miserable life alone end? I cannot live an entire lifetime knowing I wouldn't be able to live it with you. I'd rather die.
My insane desperation have taken over me, I can never blame my well being. Therefore -- I have but only a slight amount of conscience to spare, to not criticize you for the pains you've caused me. I have lost my capability to comprehend certain topics in daily communications, leaving me often dumbfounded amidst every conversation, having an intricate image of your face on my mind. I have been filling the missing void in my life with affirmations, and personal delusions that one day -- even a vivid hallucination of you and I in the same place, I would accept to see you once again.
My lovely Edith. I will forever consider you as mine.
Missing you, excruciatingly
Elizabeth
