September 6, 1964
By the time you read this, I will be gone. Leaving you is the hardest part of what I have to do. You were right about my being off Joy -- the others were easy to fool, but you of course were always so attuned to my moods. I'm sorry for saying you were just imagining it, but I did so to protect you. You must by now know my true feelings for you (though I suspect they are not reciprocated). Please don't come looking for me. We both know that your sense of Duty is at the core of your being. I will always remain your true friend, even though our paths must now diverge.