Radio Mirror: The Magazine of Radio Romances (Jan-June 1943)

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Without auy of the guilt of eavesdropping or of reading the private papers of another person, I read on and on. At the back of the desk were four other leather-backed books, standing neatly in a row, one for every year of our marriage. As I turned their pages, I read the story of my marriage. But how different a story than I had ever pictured it! A beautiful poetic account of our life together and what I meant to him. There were snapshots of me, taken at odd times; here were things we'd laughed over together, things we'd said and done that I'd forgotten. All the emotion Carl was capable of was here — poured out into these books, what he longed to say and couldn't. For two hours I read, absorbed. And humbled. For here was revealed a depth of feeling that only a real man could know, and that made all my little dreams of romance seem like the vaporings of a silly schoolgirl. Here, in my hands, was the passion and the tenderness of maturity; while I had longed for the tinsel of a popular song! IT was all down in black and white — -*■ how he sensed my growing restlessness, yet could do nothing to satisfy it. "I can't say the things that women love to hear," he'd written, "especially to her. The feeling puts too heavy a burden on my poor words. I can only show her — not tell her." And then David's coming. The fear he'd felt, the night I told him that we'd once been sweethearts and the way I'd tried to pretend it meant nothing, and his determination to fight for me in his own way — by being himself and never changing. My eyes were wet when I finally closed the books and put them back, neatly, as if they'd never been disturbed. How blind I'd been! So preoccupied with my own little petty desires, that I'd never recognized the richness of the treasure that was mine for the taking. And then I wondered — had Carl left that book there for me to read? 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