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1st July 1961

My dear,

It seems like only moments have passed since the village fete. Yet, looking at the calendar, I noticed this morning that, in fact, it has been almost five days. So, I stop and think; and the time that divides us turns into eternity or merely an instant. These two sensations alternate in my heart; sometimes as one, sometimes remaining distinct. Then, depending on the moment, they become feelings of nostalgia or enthusiasm.

After so much searching, I finally found your address. I was as discreet as I could, you know, and I confess that it was not luck that helped me. Rather, it was your sister, who invited me to come forward. It was she who gave me your address.

I hope that you will be alone when you receive this letter of mine - the idea that your father might have it in his hands, before knowing whether what I feel is reciprocated, embarrasses me.

I wish to hear the postman's knock as soon as possible. Until then, I will remain like this, trapped between the fear of rejection and the joy that invades my heart.

25th July 1961

Dearest,

This is the third time I have started this letter of mine. Yet again I take a sheet of paper, dip my pen and, thinking of you, I start writing. But the more the memory of your face emerges in my mind, the less I can write. And it feels just like when we met.

I had ice cream in my hand when you invited me to dance. Watching you coming closer, I heard nothing - neither your voice nor the sound of the ice cream melting and falling on my shoes.

These days, I have often wondered whether it was all a dream or if you had come to stay. Receiving your letter filled my heart with joy.

I'm sending you a picture of mine so that you won't forget me in this wait that separates us.

I hope we'll soon have a chance to see each other again.

Until then, I'll be waiting for you.

Love,