the hours.


I feel certain, that I'm going mad again. I think we can't go through another of these terrible times, and I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices and can't concentrate. So I'm doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I know that I'm spoiling your life and without me you could work, and you will. I know. You see I can't even write this properly.

What I want to say is that I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. Everything is gone for me, but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer.

I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.



To look life in the face, always.

To look life in the face

and to know it... for what it is.

At last to know it, to love it... for what it is.

And then to put it away, Leonard.

Always the years between us.

Always the years.

Always the love.

Always the hours.

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