Howdy,

Hey, I might as well spill what's on my mind but I don't know how to say it exactly. I guess I'm just·I·Oh, John, why do I have to be so selfish? Do you know what I'm talking about? I know I told you I'd try to understand·but who is "she?" Honey, I guess I'm the jealous type or something! It's just that I trust you with my whole heart and it hurts me when you hold out on me. Hey, if we were parked (I don't park with boys, but you're different) looking at the river lit up by the moonlight and had just returned from the prom, you in your tux and me in my formal and we had just finished a long sweet kiss·would you tell me? Aren't I terrible? "She" wouldn't like it, would she? I think I should be a writer, John, and write love stories. Cool! Are you going to the game Friday? I am finally going to make it to one! I sure wish I could have come to the dance last night! Hey, John, what's coming off? Carol said that when she asked you to dance last night all you boys kinda laughed. She feels real terrible. Must go, got lots to do, but still love you, doll! WRITE!

Love, Anne