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November 5, 1960
On this day in history, Tilda Swinton was born. Thatâ€™s how much the world has changed, you guys.
Greetings, Sweetheart. Tonight I feel soft and sentimental so if it seems like Iâ€™ve gotten carried away, that is the reason.
Heeeeeeey now, what happened over Halloween weekend in 1960? Did Russ discover what married men talk about?
When you love a girl though maybe itâ€™s right that you should get â€œcarried awayâ€ once in a while.
Iâ€™ve missed your letters, cards or whatever you send along with them. To say I look forward to hearing from you is a gross understatement, believe me. I keep hoping the next dayâ€™s mail will bring something. I worry about you because you mean a lot more to me than just a friend.
Darn it. I know how I feel, and Iâ€™ll be hanged if I can put it on paper.
Probably thatâ€™s because what I feel is too complex and human to be set down in exact, cold words on inanimate paper. Poetry conveys emotion, but that (poetry) is not my field.
DO NOT WRITE POETRY. PLEASE, RUSS. STAY IN YOUR LANE.
A letter is no substitute for the real thing. And that applies to both sender and receiver. I canâ€™t derive the satisfaction of being able to see you from writing a letter. Iâ€™m jealous of everybody in Chicago because they can see you easily and I canâ€™t.
The word â€œloveâ€ has become well-worn through time, but it has lost none of its meaning. Itâ€™s still a human beingâ€™s most treasured gift, to be given or received. There is no greater gift I could give that would equal or be more lasting or valuable than love.
To be loved by another has always been, to me, a source of endless amazement. Once, when thinking about it, the concept of love itself, from any source, impressed me so deeply that I have never forgotten the feeling.
Russ, then and now.
I could never explain it rationally and could never say exactly what it was about it that affected me, but it still happened. And the reward I have is a true appreciation of what love can be.
I have since acquired all the so-called â€œdown to earthâ€ notions about and characteristics of love, but there is still that little unexplainable part that makes it a little more than a rationally explainable phenomenon. It may not be something to use as a reason for losing all sense of reason over, but it is certainly a thing to respect and treat with care.
Love is amazing, so long as it you keep it in perspective. Got it.
Fortunately, love is self-evident and does not require elaborate, accurate explanations of it.
Youâ€™re on my mind all the time in any case. Iâ€™m not so unrealistic as to say that you are the only thing, but you occupy space more important than any other. It is fortunate that I can think about more than one thing or I would never get anything done just sitting around thinking of you. Right now, you are all Iâ€™m thinking about and I feel wonderful, if somewhat lonely.
This is a love letter. Iâ€™m human. I canâ€™t think and feel all these things and never express them. Iâ€™m not excusing myself. Rather, Iâ€™m adding weight to my sincerity. I canâ€™t really do justice to what I really feel, and the result is probably kind of garbled, but I can try.
Emotion is too frequently overlooked and played down. Emotion which is uncontrolled, and in being that way interferes with a personâ€™s objectives, is not good. But emotion which is felt and which should be expressed is being wasted if suppressed.
Maybe Iâ€™m just a lovesick fool, but I donâ€™t think so, and if others do, then at least Iâ€™m happier than they are. Darn it, Iâ€™d make a lousy lover.
Russ did not discover What Married Men Know yet, I guess.
Iâ€™m crazy about you so the spirit is there. As Iâ€™ve said before, eloquence fails at the most important times. What else can I say. I love you. That is to the point and does not beat around the bush. Itâ€™s just that such strong feelings seem to require more. But, on the other hand, what addition can one make. Hang it all, Iâ€™m confused.
â€œI love you not only for what you are but also for what I am when I am with you.â€
This just jumped into my head, but I once read an article that explained the difference between men and women. It said that after a great first date, a woman thinks: â€œI like him. Heâ€™s smart and funny.â€ After a great first date, a man thinks: â€œI like her. She makes me feel smart and funny.â€ And now you can use The Thinker image above on me.Â
Thatâ€™s a beautiful line and I just remembered it, and it applies to you. Of that Iâ€™m sure. Iâ€™m sure of several other things but donâ€™t know how to express them. Iâ€™m still confused.
This is a fine state of affairs for an experienced college student.
LOL AT RUSS AND HIS SOPHOMORE COLLEGE/LIFE EXPERIENCE.
Completely baffled by himself. I feel so inadequate, and I am beginning to think that youâ€™re beginning to think Iâ€™ve lost my sanity. No, no, Iâ€™m not crazy. Thatâ€™s what they all say, isnâ€™t it?
I still think youâ€™re the greatest and without equal in my mind. Stay as sweet as you are, and take care of yourself. Iâ€™ll write more tomorrow and include something that doesnâ€™t give me all kinds of problems in expression. Good night, sweetheart. Donâ€™t forget to write and remember what Iâ€™ve expounded upon throughout the letter. Love you lots.
Love and kisses,
Next up:Â Beverly is really having trouble with her roomieÂ Rosemary/Rosemarie (we first met them way back in Letter #2).Â