Ruth darling,
Of course I don’t need a letter every day in order to know you love me, but I do like to be told every day—funny isn’t it? And as for your having to give up anything, you don’t have to give up a thing unless you want to. Love isn’t a demanding thing, it wants to give instead.
There is nothing at all new (excepting a new bump every few feet—this is being written on a street car, which I suppose is a queer place for the writing of a love letter, but rather fitting in a way for I love you and think of you no matter where I am).[illegible] in my work or at school. I’ve been trying to study today, and haven’t accomplished a thing—while the zero hour approaches rapidly.
Your story of the horse-back ride makes me envious, though I can well imagine how stiff and sore my rather soft muscles would get for a while, for everyone gets sore until after the first few rides.
When do you plan to start back to St. Louis? At the best it will probably be two whole weeks yet. When you do start I shall count the minutes until you should arrive, for I’m lost without you.
Until tomorrow, goodbye, dear heart
Harold