twilight moodboard ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Ah, it would be so nice - to wake up there and be near you! I don’t know whether my letter cut off Hebertot’s speech. It cut off his pen, at any rate. He doesn’t write to me anymore - which makes my days more peaceful. If I find the copy I intended for you, I’ll send it. Why don’t you wait for me, by the way, to celebrate the hundredth? You know, I too have my pen cut. I don’t know how to speak, to tell, to animate these letters. I can’t wait to get it over with, really.

I write to you so that your days are filled with me. But I only know how to repeat myself. In fact I have only one desire for happiness and enjoyment. This summer sky burns me, sometimes. And in the evening, at the soft hour, I want simple happiness. What to do, if not to wait, again and again. How often I imagine myself in your room, finally removed from the world, from agitation, from suffering…

Forgive me these sparse letters. Do not doubt the immense love that fills me. Yes, I love you, with the same greed as before, but I am hungry for you, and these interminable letters have the taste of papier-mâché. But it is the 8th, the 10th when you receive this letter - and you will welcome me soon, won’t you? My mouth will be closed by your lips and I’ll just have to let myself go in your warmth. See you soon, yes, see you soon, my dear love. I kiss you, at least, madly.