From: Steven Louis <***>
To: Janet *****<***>
Subject: In a rush.
Date: Wednesday, November 05, 1997 6:06 PM
Dear Jan (if I call you "Sammy", I wonder if you would know the TV show I am thinking of? -- got you. An hint: think of the shorten form, and then, apply it to an longer form--the shorten form is a nickname):
I finished my niece's project last night, apparently before you wrote you last messages--remember, we are two hours ahead of you all and I didn't stay up too late, I didn't sleep that great. And they are repaving the road in front of our house and the truck and all were very noisy at 7:00 a.m.
Now, my niece wants me to do a banner, which I just printed. Now, I have to tape it up and bring it to her. So, I can't stay too long. I definitely will write later, though I do have to get up early tomorrow and drive my mother to New Orleans. We are picking up her brother and then going to the airport to pick up her niece; my cousin. So, I may not get to write until late tomorrow. And Friday, I will be gone most of the day.
I read your letters. I have so much to write you. I don't want to rush things, but your letters are reaching my heart. Well, I will be open with you, right now, I want to hold you so bad. You bring such comfort to me with your letters. I can only imagine how holding you and looking into your eyes will make me feel. I won't write more along these lines. I have never been lucky before with women. They tend to hurt me, though I will admit, most of the time I hurt myself through them. Now, whenever I think I like someone, I develop the feeling they are going to hurt me. Though with you, I don't feel that too much, but there is little of that feeling--that you will hurt me. Well, that is life.
How I hope you are not playing with my feelings? God, how I love your letters. Please, write whenever you want. And I will definitely find a way to get on the internet in North Carolina. Will write later.
Take care ("Your dearest" came to mind. See what you do to me.),
Steven
I hate to said goodbye. Bye.