Sept 13, 1963

Dear Lydia,

I have ached till i did not think it would end. I have waited and looked for the letter that would tell me that you wanted to see me every day. I have neither smiled nor laughed since you left. I find increased difficulty in finding a reason to do anything. My father bade me to be patient and patient. I have been since the 30th of July. Since that time I have talked to no other girl, tho in the Phillipines there were many who would have done more than talk. And now I wonder, to whom would it have made a difference. I can only ask, dumbly and mute with shock and agony, why have you hurt me so? I am glad you have someone, for I am all alone and I know how bad that can be.

I want to die.

Michael.