My dearest,
When two souls, which have sought each other for however long in the throng, have finally found each other ...a union, fiery and pure as they themselves are... begins on earth and continues forever in heaven.
This union is love, true love, ...a religion which deifies the loved one, whose life comes from devotion and passion, and for which the greatest sacrifices are the sweetest delights.
This is the love which you inspire in me... Your soul is made to love with the purity and passion of angels; but perhaps it can only love another angel, in which case I must tremble with apprehension.
Yours forever,
Victor Hugo
to Adele Foucher
1821-1822
The passion of love written with such delicate words. People don't write enough love letters. The idea of taking a pen and ink to an empty piece of paper. A mere window into the soul. The vulnerability of your most intimate words being transcribed into history forever. Not the promise of a fairytale, but the fiery passion behind each written word, running like an electric current through the spine.
We should write more love letters.
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