The Lost Art of Letter Writing

To My Dearest Tom,
     It felt like it has been forever since we were sitting in Catherine's Apartment. I really wish we could go back to it all; spending time with you and enjoying our drinks. Although the servants are really no help and made us wait for our drinks, we really must meet again. This time, I won't mention Daisy's name and I apologize for shouting her name that day. My nose has been in a lot of pain since the incident and I think a way for us to get over this is if you take me to dinner at a fancy restaurant or perhaps bought me another dog. Also, considering I gave away that old dress of mine, maybe we could go shopping for another one.
     You know, a few days ago, I was thinking about the day we met. It must have been fate that we were on the same train heading towards New York. It was so hard for me to keep my eyes off your dress suit and patent leather shoes. When my eyes first landed on you, I knew for a fact you were a great wealthy man that would someday change my life. I've been living in that garage with a man I will never love and all I can do is imagine the great life I'd be living if I had met you before my husband. I yearn to live in the exciting city with you. Not as your mistress, but as your loving wife. I miss you Tom. Every time I do see you, I make sure i cherish every second of it because who knows when I will see you again. To make matters worse, Wilson has been nothing but annoying. To think he borrowed a suit still disgusts me and just proves how cheap he is and how he is nothing like I'd expect a gentleman to be. Wilson would never shower me with expensive gifts like you do, and for that, I love you. These lonely years of living with Wilson all cancel out with the romance and passion you bring into my life. You accept me for me and because of that, I have fallen deeply in love with you.
                       Love Always,
                             Myrtle