My Dear,

For so I must call you. I arrived home in March after many troubles in Georgia on the business I was in. I expected to be at your father’s this month which is my excuse for not writing to you before this time, but the business I expected to attend to is arranged otherwise. I have not heard a word from you since I saw you. I have undertaken to write to you several times but did not send the letters, the reason was I expected to get there as soon as the letters. I hope you will pardon me for my ill treatment to you in neglecting you so much. I have long entertained an ambition to make the name wife the most agreeable and delightful name in nature. Marriage is an institution calculated for a constant scene of as much delight as our being capable of. Two persons who have chosen each other out of all the species, with a design to be each others mutual comfort, and entertainment, have in that action bund themselves to be good humored, affable, discreet, forgiving, patient, and joyful with respect to each others frailties and imperfections to the end of their lives. Therefore I hope you will forgive. You know all our obligations to each other, and I hope you have not become dissatisfied with me. I want to hear from you all very much. You may be sure I have not forgot you, though it looks like I have. I expect when I hear from you, to come to South Carolina, if it is agreeable with you for me to come, as it depends on your answer whether I come to the South or not. Direct your letter to Winchester, Clark County, Kentucky. It would be endless to exhibit the various pictures of delight which my imagination has formed on the thought of being your husband, if I should be fortunate enough to obtain through the blessing Providence. My friends are all well as common.

I am your affectionate lover.

George W. Bush