To my love Robert,
" Kicsim, ne haragudj, csak azért nem szeretlek most még jobban, mert nem lehet már ennél jobban szeretni valakit." - József Attila
I try to imagine what life would be like without you, my sweet love, but that’s just such an impossible thought that I can’t.
I ask for a little more insight, more patience, of course I try to return the same to suit you. I don't want to lose you, you know that too, but then you should take better care of me and respect me more. I've never loved anyone so much, that's why everything hurts more from you than from anyone else. Especially if I get scolded undeservedly. Trust me, it wouldn't hurt so much if I knew you were right. Now you were wrong. Your hurt was disproportionately greater than what I did to you. I hope that we are always able to navigate these kinds of disagreements in a respectful, loving way with each other, and I think that our ability to do that means we can probably make it through just about anything. Your image invades my thoughts and I despair for not being able to feel the touch of your skin on my skin. In those moments, almost all my senses are taken by you. The warmth of your body and the soft, wonderful taste of your mouth are the only things missing.
I can’t work or study anymore, you know. I love you, still and a lot!
Rosine