My most precious! In the last days I could not write and even today I have to force myself to do it, because I am now everyday waiting for some post and I am very disappointed when again I get nothing. Even when I wake up in the best of moods, my behaviour is gone for the whole day once the post has been distributed. This will improve only when I get something. I write so often, almost daily, and I am quite sure that you also write very often and for this very reason I almost fly into a rage when I end up empty handed. I am writing not only to you but to everybody whom I believe to be interested in my fate but I have not had a reply from anybody. I am unable to do any work - I am emotionally sick and only a message from you can cheer me up. Darling, I think of you with undiminished love and devotion and kiss you a thousand times.
16th April, 1915