Writing to you calms me. I love you for that. I love you otherwise too. Maybe I'll never be able to tell you how much I love you.
Everything is fine. Not the sort of fine when you were here but nevertheless.......fine. As usual, Emmy's dentist asked her to give up sugar candies. She's not going to give them up anyways. She asks for you. I guess she wants to consult you about it. My optician said that it was time I use glasses. Finally ! Remember how I used to rue the fact that I didn't have glasses. You always said it was good. To look into my eyes directly. Ah ! Those were the days.
I have not heard from you since long. Talk to me soon. Okay.... I'm inviting myself to your place. Emmy can stay with my mom, for a change.
P.S. : I'm posting this from the same mailbox where we first met. By Jove, that street has awful traffic. People get killed.