There's only one thing greater than my fear- that is my love. My love will always conquer my fear- but it can't do it immediately. It needs the full force of my love to do it and it takes days for that to emerge out of its dark hiding places.
Heavens above! The reason why I'm so jealous of you is obvious enough!
If you weren't so damned attractive physically, do you think my heart would beat
almost to suffocation whenever I see you speak to someone?
If you don't
realize how attractive you are in that way, let me tell you, other people do,
and have told me so.
O happy hours when I may once more encircle within these arms the dearest object of my love- when I shall again feel the pressure of that "aching head" which will delight to recline upon my bosom, when I may again press to my heart which palpitates with the purest affection that loved one who has so long shared it's undivided devotion.
I cannot exist without you- I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again- my Life seems to stop there- I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I were dissolving…. I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion- I have shudder'd at it- I shudder no more- I could be martyr'd for my Religion- Love is my religion- I could die for that- I could die for you. My creed is Love and you are its only tenet- You have ravish'd me away by a Power I cannot resist.
The soul that can speak with its eyes can also kiss with a gaze.
Oh, what good will writing do?
I want to put my hand out and touch
you.
I want to do for you and care for you.
I want to be there when you're
sick and when you're lonesome.
Yes, I now feel that it was then on that evening of sweet dreams- that
the very first dawn of human love burst upon the icy night of my spirit. Since
that period I have never seen nor heard your name without a shiver half of
delight, half of anxiety….
For years your name never passed my lips, while my
soul drank in,
with a delirious thirst, all that was uttered in my presence
respecting you.
I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan't make you love me any more by giving myself away like this - But oh my dear, I can't be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that.
And indeed I felt happy with her, so perfectly happy, that the one desire of mine was that it should differ in nothing from hers, and already I wished for nothing beyond her smile, and to walk with her thus, hand in hand, along a sun-warmed, flower-bordered path.
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self-respect and it's these things I'd believe in even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be…. I love her and that's the beginning of everything.
