My dearest Allie, I dont knoo say anymore except t I couldnt sleep last nig it is over bet is a different feeling for me, one t I never expected, but looking back, I suppose it couldnt her way.

    You and I . e came from different  you aug it o care for anotter man because of it. I dont  you to ever forget t.

    I am not bitter because of  oget period of time. And if, in some distant place in ture,  a summer beneatrees, learning from eac, youll feel it too, and youll smile back, and savor together. I love you, Allie.