This is the fifty-ninth of 87 letters exchanged during World War II between Nicholas Salvatore and Elizabeth Galloway. For more see Nicholas and Elizabeth.
December 26, 1944
In a mess of things
I’ve always tried to rush things and it almost never works out. I don’t know what it will take for me to finally learn that. With everything going so well I tried to get my Aunt on the phone as a Christmas surprise, but I couldn’t get a hold of her. It turned out that was a good thing. I got them together on the line today and it was a disaster. It started off so well. I kept picturing my mom crying over that letter and I felt they were ready to talk. Soon enough there was yelling and accusations of blame flying left and right. I don’t even know what about – not sure my mom did either but she kept on yelling nonetheless. I guess it’s time to take a step back.
Oh God Nick I’m so drained. Do you ever just wish you were somewhere quiet and beautiful where you didn’t have to deal with every day (drama). I don’t want to call it life because that is not living. I’m unhappy. Definitely not content.
How long has it been since we’ve met? How long have you been over there?
Days? Years? It seems to shift with each passing instance, no measure of time is adequate.
Time never stands still long enough for us to measure it. Who do we think we are? It’s a trap.
But what is time anyway?
It definitely shouldn’t be something we live by.
Next letter – December 29, 1944