Discovered Love Letters

For your sake, Ginny dearest, I must succeed. Your happiness, your pride, all your physical and mental well-being depend on that. I could no more expect your love without them than I could expect to live without food or breath; I wouldn't ask it of you for I wouldn't be worth it.
For I love you, my darling, more than I'll ever be able to put into words. My only happiness is your happiness and for that I would move mountains if it were necessary. I promise you, Ginny, we will be happy. With the Lord's help and with a little understanding, we can't miss.
I love you, Ginny, now and forever,
Johnnie



But even though I don't write so well, it isn't because I don't love you for that would never be possible. I honestly and truly admit that it is only you that I love and have ever loved. I love you so very much that only you and being married to you will ever begin to satisfy all that love. Truly, Ginny, you are the center of my life and my love for you is the orbit in which I live. I love you so very very much.
And I miss you terribly. If I had had you this weekend just one day, it would have been a most blessed weekend. I'll never be able to say how acutely I longed for you every single day I was there. And to tell the truth, I probably wanted you there with me just as much to brag about how lucky I am as for any other reason. I doubt if I'll ever be so proud of anything as I am of you.
And to think that I willingly left you this summer. How could I have done such a thing? Never again!
The first day we are together I am not going to do a thing but look at you. There's too much beauty to behold to do anything else.
The second day, I'll do nothing but hold you and follow you no matter how much you try to deter me.
The next day I'm going to make up for all those kisses I've missed and there is a powerful store of them to make up for so nevermind the lipstick that morning.
After that day, then I'll be ready to do some work around the place. Like the back stile and maybe a new roof over the sheep pen or whatever needs fixing.
And then I'll take a nice long walk through the swamps with you. This time there will be no bees to sting you; I won't let them.
Shucks, it's 2:30 a.m. Bed time for me. Love you, my darling,
always
Johnnie