Good morning, on July 7
Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us – I can live only wholly with you or not at all – Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits – Yes, unhappily it must be so – You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart – never – never – Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V is now a wretched life – Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men – At my age I need a steady, quiet life – can that be so in our connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mail coach goes every day – therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once – Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together – Be calm – love me – today – yesterday – what tearful longings for you – you – you – my life – my all – farewell. Oh continue to love me – never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved. ever thine ever mine ever ours – Ludwig van Beethoven.
Yes, I’m the kind of woman who saves cards and gifts given to me by loved ones….including a framed Disney Jasmine that Evie colored for me. It hangs on my wall in the den.
I have a friend that writes a love letter a day and I am envious of the woman who inspires those words.
When my house burned I lost a caviar tin can. I was more upset about that loss than things much more expensive. That can was delivered to me for my birthday. I kept a set of pearls in it…but it was the tin that mattered.
Romance isn’t dead….I’m just not sure where it is.