I have no intention of breaking down her prejudices. I want her to believe in God and virtue and the sanctity of marriage and still not be able to stop herself. I want the excitement of watching her betray everything that’s most important to her.
I know how I got there and it was not all you. It was not all you or any other man you want to name. It was also me. He fell in love with me, he respected me. And my opinions.
I want you to tell her that I cannot explain why I broke with her as I did. But that since then, my life has been worth nothing. Tell her it is lucky for her that I have gone and I am glad not to have to live without her. Tell her, her love was the only real happiness that I have ever known.
Denise in 1.08
“All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.”
The woman I love is dead.
As I got to know you, I began to realize that beauty was the least of your qualities. I became fascinated by your goodness. I was drawn in by it.