Dearest Delia,
Last night I had a dream. We were on the pier, overlooking the setting sun. It seemed so real I could almost taste the air sweeping up to meet our faces. You and I, for some reason or another, were wearing these spotty dresses. I don't recall you owning such a dress, but it suited you. It was bright, cheerful, joyful. I don't remember what we talked about, but I remember what I felt, your warmth, your presence. I know that we laughed and I know that we smiled.
I awoke with such a start it was lucky that Trixie was out delivering Mrs. Hanson's twins or I fear I would have to explain myself. In the darkness I reached out and thought you would be there. But there was nothing in the darkness. I don't know how I will carry on but I must, though it feels like a betrayal to move along in this world. I hold in my heart the hope that one day we will meet on that pier, spotty dresses or not.
Our time together seems almost like a dream, a wonderful bright glimpse into true happiness. I often turn our moments together over and over in my head, wishing I had said more, done more. This past week as been more than I can bear. You made me feel love, not only for you but for us and for myself. You made my rawest parts of feel right. Accepted.
I hope you are well, no I pray you are well, and I wonder what you are doing at this moment. When we were together, it was you who was strong, fearless. I hope you have no fear.
Until another day,
-Pats
Neatly folding the letter, Patsy seals the envelope before stiffening, checking that no one was wandering the halls in need of the lavatory. Pulling her memory box from under her bed, Patsy carefully tucks this newest note next to the first.