15th October
Sweetest Anne,
What a way to start and end a letter to your future husband? 'Honoured and respected sir'? Makes me feel like a Captain in the army not the love if your life, and "Your obedient servant'? Don't you ever feel sub servant to me you are my equal in every possible way and my superior in many others. I am only grateful you consented to be my wife before you realised otherwise… and obedient? I know in our wedding vows you promise to obey me but please only do this when you know I am right. I don't want anyone without opinions I want you. Many men disagree with this view. Maybe I'm a few centuries too soon perhaps one day men will view their women as I view you. But none could love them more then I love you.
You and your romantic pen Anne, you had me blushing! A very deep crimson! And it got unseasonably hot! You know how to torture a man! So much so… well I had to go out and buy a romantic pen! I stood a solid half hour just staring at the pen not knowing which one to choose… well the shop attendant came over and asked if they could help, I couldn't well ask for a romantic pen! So I asked for one that didn't scratch that wasn't stubby sharp or rusty… the look they gave me Anne, I might as well have asked for a romantic pen! But needless to say my love my mission was accomplished and now I have a romantic pen just for you. Are you pleased?
I can't wait to hold you again my love, do you know you belong in my arms? I would hold you all day and all night and never let you go. But then when I imagine that, I would imagine that we would periodically kiss whilst doing so, but then that is not enough either and I imagine where I would kiss you, places unknown and unseen to the outside world Anne, in those blissful moments there is just you and I and no one else, still my imagination sends my heart into a wild frenzy! It happens most at night when I am alone and all I can think of is you. I dare not tell you the truly scandalous thoughts I have of what we would do.
I miss your scent, I miss your smile (especially the one that's only for me) I miss your huge eyes staring at me, I miss your voice, how we could talk for hours about everything and anything which came to mind, I miss our intimacy. I don't suspect at all, I know I love you with every last bit of me.
Oh Anne all of this had me wishing I could just hold you. It would take the edge off the whole thing. Luckily I have that last letter, if that doesn't turn me back to you I don't know what would.
So, all that excitement aside (not to mention my romantic pen), it's been hard work. Classes are interesting enough. It's really amazing even in the last 50 years how medicine has moved so swiftly forward, well a few years ago they wouldn't even have a clean room om to operate in, now everything has be sterilised before, well even the surgeon himself has to be clean. It makes you wonder why it hadn't been through of before and what lives might have been saved? And you want to know who made it all possible? A woman! Well I almost had to drag it out of my professors, the wonder which is Florence Nightingale. Well we all know of her work in the Crimean war, but she insisted on a clean tidy and washing of hands! I can't believe someone who changed the course of medical science would still be alive today. How I wish I could meet her, I'm sure she would have a thing or two to say! Wouldn't it be inspiring to meet her? I doubt we ever could so instead I will just have to display my enthusiasm by reading her words and passing my exams! You see my dear, this is why you should be a doctor! The world of medicine needs women! I'm sure one day soon people will catch on!
That my dear, is just the modern medicine class! Then the surgeries are going well. We have a test once a month on what we have learnt, so far I've came out on top of the class! I hope you are proud. I hope I can stay there for the three years remaining. I want to be the best doctor I can maybe one day they'll be teaching something I theorized about and all the young medical students will look up to me! I can't help dreaming Anne, not since I found you.
I love you. I cannot stop feeling it Anne, every second every moment; you fill my soul with light! I cannot wait until I am with you again my love.
I really must go back to studying, although I don't want to, I want to imagine my loves embrace. Would you mind terribly of I imagined you next to me as I sleep? (That's quite shocking isn't it my love? I can almost see Mrs Lynde's face!)
Ardently awaiting you,
Gil
