Here it is:
Sweetheart,
I was thinking about last night at Sit-in-Bull, when I felt as relaxed as if I was laying on a cloud. I wasn't doing or saying anything, just laying there like a slug, guzzling beer, but the time past so pleasantly. For a moment I didn't know why, but then I realized it was because of you. I feel comfortable just being near you, even when we don't have much to say. I luxuriate in just being in your company.
I guess the reason is that no one ever cared about me before. In my entire life! I've been telling you of my exploits, and they are not exaggerations. In fact, they're just the tip of the surface of the aloofness between myself and absolutely every other person in my sixty-seven-year life. I appreciate you more than I've ever cared for any other person or any other thing.
I'm sorry if I haven't been a model husband. I know I'm grouchy most of the time, but I just can't help myself. I'll try to do better, but please forgive me if I lose my grip some of the time. Your happiness is very important to me, and I want to do all I can to assure it. It's the objective of my life, my love.
Thank you for giving me your caring.
With the deepest heartfelt affection.
Husband David
