A word, a look...

“I can listen no longer. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own, than when you almost broke it eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone I think and plan. —Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? —I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice, when they would be lost on others. —Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice indeed. You do believe there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be the most fervent, most undeviating

“F.W.”

“I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look will be enough to decide whether I enter your father’s house this evening, or never.”

OH! Why don’t we write this way anymore?!

When I read something like this, I can just see the love he had for her leap off the pages.

These words melt my heart. I wish I had a man that loved me/cared about me enough to write me a letter like this.

I am happy with my life right now, but I feel like a huge part of me is missing. One of the most important pieces (God being the most important piece) of my life is missing ~ the other half of my heart. I feel like one of those “best friends” necklaces (of course, I’m the “friend” side, because I’m missing the “best”… he will be my better half… hahaha!) 

I can’t find the matching piece.