From: Shane P.
Date: September 18, 2009
To: Shileta G.
Subject: I Love You
Dear Shileta,
| Love. In that word, beautiful alike in all languages, but most in ours. I love you is comprised my existence here and hereafter. I feel I exist here, I feel I shall exist hereafter, but to what degree you will decide. My destiny rests with you, my future rests with you, and you are a woman, decades of age. I love you, and you love me, at least, you say so, and act as if you do which last is a great consolation in all events. As you know I more than love you, and can’t cease to you love. Think of me, sometimes, when distance and the military divide us, but they never will, unless you wish it.I am nearly mad about you, as much as one can be mad: I cannot bring together two ideas that you do not interpose yourself between them.
I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me. As for my heart, there you will always be – very much so. I have a delicious sense of you there. But my God, what is to become of me, if you have deprived me of my reason? This is a monomania which, this morning, terrifies me. Love Always, Shane |
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