Dearest,
I feel certain that I am going
mad again. I feel we can't go
through another of these terrible times.
And I shant recover this time. I begin
to hear voices, and can't concentrate.
So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have
given me
the greaterest possible happiness. You
have been in every way all that anyone
coud be. I don't think two
people could have been happier till
this terrible disease came. I cant
fight it any longer, I know that I am
spoiling your life, that without me you
could work. And you will I know.
You see I can't even write this properly. I
cant read. What I want to say is that
I owe all the happiness of my life to you.
You have been entirely patient with me &
incredibly good. I want to say that -
everybody knows it. If anybody could
have saved me it would have been you.
Everything has gone from me but the
certainty of your goodness. I
cant go on spoiling your life any longer. I dont think two
people
could have been happier than we have been.
V.
- The Hours (1999) by Michael Cunningham.
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