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25 more days

July 23, 1992

Hi baby –

I miss you!

I haven’t talked to you for 2 days! That’s two days too long!

How are you doing?

Right now I am studying for my Big FINAL tonight. I am reading the chapter on Interpersonal attraction and all I can think of is you.

Well, here’s some definitions for us:

Passionate love: An intense and often unrealistic emotional response to another person. It is interpreted by the individuals involved as “love”. Well, we do have passionate love, but we also have

Companionate love: Love that rests on a firm base of friendship, common interests, mutual respect, and concern for the other person’s happiness and welfare.

My book say companionate love is the best kind & it is the love that keeps a relationship going. I think we have strong companionate love, what do you think?

I guess I should get back to studying! I love you!

Sally :)

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To my Darling Husband,

Who would believe that almost four decades have passed and my love for you is still the focus of each and every day of our lives.

Many years ago you told me that you would always be my best friend. At the time I thought that statement was cute but somewhat meaningless—How wrong I was! Throughout all these years you have been not only my best friend, but my champion, my lover, my advisor, my buddy, my cheering squad and my support for all the myriad of incredible situations that constantly occur.

I cherish all the moments we share and hope that the next decade of years is kind to us so that we can celebrate our lives together and reap the goodness we constantly seek.

Know always that I love you and feel complete as your partner in life.

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Darling, I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time. How about a photograph of you? There is a spot on my dresser that my eye catches the first thing in the morning and the last thing at night and I can think of nothing I’d like better than to have your picture there—

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Dear Daniel,

Thank you for a great week—You brought back a smile in me that doesn’t surface all that much. Although the choice I made this week may not have been a totally wise choice, I don’t regret it and I’m so glad I got the to meet you + know you + smooch you too. I wanted you to know that your conversation stimulated me, your intellect impressed me, your body amazed me and your smile melted me.

The first thing Theo said to me was that I looked different—And he was right—I feel different

You’ve opened up a side of me that I wasn’t really sure I wanted to see—but here it is and I’m dealin’ with it.

I have to go now—but thanks again for such a great time

xoxo

Di

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4-15-03

Dear Lesli,

It’s a dusty one today. Our tent has no floor, so the dust is everywhere. At least the wind is keeping the heat down.

They say we should be moving even further north; probably by the time you get this. But it seems the farther away you get, the better and faster the support comes, since they’re almost forced to fly it in on C130’s.

I guess it’s green and cooler there, so if we have to spend the summer here, it’ll be tolerable. I’m of course hoping they just let all of us come home, and let some other country handle the occupation crap.

I have a feeling there’ll be alot of idle time, just waiting to get the hell out of here.

They gave us some bottled water today, so I get a break from the chlorine! I’m going to save all the lemonaid for the “hard times.” Keep sending that stuff! Water is truly like gold out here. Nothing else matters if you don’t have that.

By the time you read this, I’m sure your birthday has come and gone, and maybe even our 22nd.

I just want you to know how much I love you, and how much you matter to me. I’ve got your picture in front of my ID card in my wallet, so every time I pull it out, I see your smiling face, and beautiful eyes.

So I hope your birthday was wonderful, and that the kids made you a cake!

I miss you like a cool breeze, and the muddy smell of