1st one of many…thoughts are kinda all over the place on this.

The charms of the incomparable “A” kindle continually a burning and a glowing flame in my heart. When, free from all solicitude, shall I be able to pass all my time with you, having only to love you, and to think only of the happiness of so saying, and of proving it to you? I was never good at this part, proving it to you. Everyone is furious with me for going back to you, but they don’t understand us. I feel that it is only with you that I can do anything at all. Do remake my ruined life for me, and then our friendship and love will have a different meaning to the world. But we love each other. You have broken down my defenses, and I don’t really resent it.


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