Dear Darlin', please excuse my writing.
I can't stop my hands from shaking
'Cause I'm cold and alone tonight.

My love,

There are a lot of things that I miss about you. I don't know where to start and I think this letter is just going to end up with the rest of the other letters that I never sent to you..

First and foremost, I really miss you Pats. Just you and your bright ginger hair, the one that lights the whole room wherever you go. I still look for you. I sometimes hope, as we're having dinner, that I look up and see you walking in. A tired expression upon your beautiful face, letting out a heavy sigh as you walk to take a seat next to me. Then as you look at me and our eyes meet, I get to see that little twinkle in your eyes as you look at me. It makes my heart race then and it's still doing so right at this very moment as I write this. The effect you have on me. And then I see that smile, turning into a half smirk, stretched upon those smooth, plump lips. I really miss them against mine.

Your bed doesn't feel as soft anymore. It doesn't feel right, really. That is because it's missing one thing. I used to sleep in there- just before Trixie got back from South Africa. Well, as I thought about you, I didn't get much sleep- my thoughts had kept me awake. I suppose somehow I was thinking you're doing a night shift and hope that soon I would feel a warm body pressed up against mine, and soft hands wrapping me up from my waist, pulling me in a cuddle. And you gently prepping down a kiss upon my shoulder, murmuring a quiet goodnight, then let your head rest on it. But that didn't happen Pats, and I missed you terribly. Still do.

You haven't really mentioned a date in your previous letter, and I of course understand why. Sometimes, after a long tiresome day, as I'm walking inside Nonnatus, my heart starts racing- thinking I'd find your bags in the hallway. Then, I'd rush upstairs to find you waiting for me. I'd get to embrace you again, hold you so tight you against me and then I'd kiss you, letting out a sigh into your lips, content. It would be so warm and cosy. And it would feel like home.

I'm sorry for all of this.. I'm really frustrated as I cannot express how I really feel about your departure unless I write it in letter to you. I suppose I could speak to Phyllis, I had mentioned about how nice she has been to me since you left, but I wouldn't want to nag her. So here I am. Hours, days, months passing by. I'm here thinking of you, as if time has frozen since you've been gone. I feel lost.

I can't do anything but count down the days upon your return. I bet this will really sound so selfish, but I can't help wanting you back here... This would mean one thing. I'm terribly sorry Patsy. I'm just adding to your troubles, aren't I?

Pats, I know that it's so hard for you right now, but you really did the most courageous and bravest thing and for that I am so, so very proud of you my love. We don't get to say this out loud but I am so proud to get to call you mine.

Be safe cariad. I love you with all my heart. I long to see you soon.

Your Delia.

I memorize every line
And I kiss the name that you sign
And, darling, then I read again right from the star
Love letters straight from your heart.