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Miss Ruth Codere95 6th Rd. Rochester, NY 14609
It was never meant to turn out this way Ruth my dearest.
All I can say is I am sorry for the pain I have put you through. This was never meant to become what it has. The loving kindness, gentle wisdom, and humility you demonstrated should have been enough to turn me around forever darling. Unfortunately I am cruel man with a tendency towards immorality. I never deserved you. You were like a bird, caged, unable to explore the world for what it offers. All you knew was one life, a life unsatisfactory, the only life I could provide for you. I beg you to forgive me my darling. If it be any consolation, I will never hinder your life again. I just want you to know that what I felt was real. I truly did love you. Despite what you may think, you influenced me in a way I will never forget.
~Forever yours, James
November 16, 1923 Edited at November 16, 2019 09:05 AM by Vellum Elites |
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Miss Ruth Codere96 6th Rd. Rochester, NY 14609
Ruth my darling, where to begin. I realize now what a mistake I have made. The most devastating part is that it is irreversible. I now subsist on the memories of the time we shared together. I hope that in the future I may become a better man. In my dreams I imagine you and I together -in our declining years- looking back fondly on the memories we beheld together. However it is terribly unfortunate that this dream may never come to pass. I know it is my fault for the hardship brought upon us. I know now that our lives might have ventured in a quite different direction had I treated you the way a gentlemen should treat a lady. I concede that my love for you was likely unrequited. I do dare to dream that at some point you may have loved me as I loved you. In fact I believe that at one point in time this was true; before I screwed us over that is. I hope that one day, my darling, that we can forget our differences and find each other once again for who we truly are.
~Your James
December 24th, 1923 Edited at November 16, 2019 09:15 AM by Vellum Elites |
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Miss Ruth Codere96 6th Rd. Rochester, NY 14609
Darling this Christmas has brought back the fondest memories of the night we met. Do you recall that wintry night, back in the December of 1918? Oh the joy I felt after the news of America's victory in the Great War. Do you remember that feeling. I long for that night again. The finest wine was being poured before me when my eyes befell a stunning lass with flaming locks of auburn. I can recollect the first words to come from those crimson lips, "Darling is this seat taken?" At the time it was completely uncouth to sit with a man unbeknownst alone, yet you did. You were unlike any women I had ever had the pleasure to know. Do you remember how we got on that night? You were slightly tipsy I will say, but you had a passion that was hard to come by. We conversed for hours! How I long for that time. You would have thought that we had talked about all their was to talk about. You mentioned the war and I was head over heels. A women that is not afraid of the glorious sport of men? I frankly may have fallen for you right then.
Alas that night was bound to end. Do you remember what you said at the conclusion of our evening together? You said, "Well sir, that was several hours I may never get back." I stared at you with the utmost curiosity. I had never met a woman as bold as you. You then continued to say, "However, I do not regret the time I spent with you and hope that it may happen again." I was stunned. I had just met beautiful women, with a firecracker tongue and blazing personality. And the thing that puzzled me is that she took interest in me. You were always to good for me my dear; in looks and in wit. I can only console myself that I was the one with a college degree, though I doubt it did me much good.
My dearest, I miss you earnestly and this Christmas season has brought back memories in a heart-throbbing wave of emotion and recollection. I do hope that you may think of me in a better light after sharing this beloved memory.
~Sincerely, James
December 26th, 1923
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