I am here, Mary Kennedy,
I am so glad for the opportunity to write to my dear soulmate as it has been a long time since I wrote to him and told him of my love and happiness.
He is more dear to me than ever and, while he cannot hear me tell him so, yet every day I am with him and try to breathe into his ear the expressions of the great love which I have for him. I wish that he had the power to write as you have for if he had I believe that I would monopolize all his time in telling him how much I love him and how I long for the time to come when I can have him all to myself.
He, I know, cannot realize what a love like mine is but, thank God, in the not to distant future, I will be able to enfold him in my arms and tell him all the feelings and warmth of my soul how much I love him and how dear he is to me.
I am with him nearly all the time trying to cheer him and make him feel that he is not alone in his struggles in life and that my love for him is so great and with and in him all the time.
When he prays, I pray with him. And when he is happy, I am happy, too.
But when he is unhappy, I am not unhappy but sympathize with him and exert myself to make him realize the great love that I have for him and that I am near him.
His sorrows are only temporary and my love is eternal and my love means his happiness as well as mine. So tell him to believe with all his heart that his Mary is with him and will be with him in all his times of sorrow and joy and will try to interpenetrate his soul with her own burning and pure love which is all his and which can never be given to another.
I read his letters, which he writes at night, and for every expression of love which they contain, I have a responsive answer only more intense and more longing. Tell him not to stop writing to me for I can see what he writes and tell him, also, that he must believe that my answers are all that he would have them to be and more, too.
I must not trespass longer on your indulgence but only wish to say that I love my dear Leslie with all my heart and soul and will so love him until time and eternity shall be no more.
Oh, how I wish that I could have him see me face to face and hear my voice telling him of my great love and that he is mine and I am his.
Mary Kennedy writes a message of love to her dear soulmate, Dr. Leslie Stone