stars whisper to your heart

I do not need to see you to have you always on my mind. Always in my thoughts, always in my head, always on my mind. Your name is eternally on the tip of my tongue, escaping my lips in the witching hours, whispered into my pillow and floating into the night. Except -- what is your name? I sense that from day to day you stray further from yourself.

Love, surely you will have priority in the workhouse due to having been there before these floods of people? Your life seems to me to be nothing more than misgivings after misgivings. I have also had little time to write these days, George is becoming busy with business, and this presents me with an idea -- he is on a trip next week, I will become head of the house for at least a short while... come and visit me, darling. I will ensure you will have a clean set of clothes, warm bath, and rich food.

As the candles dance together and taunt me with their togetherness, I yearn for the next occasion we can be together. And I will make it so.

Do not lose hope, J. I lose myself each day in the stories of the constellations and the whispers of the stars, each reminding me of how unique you are, and how glad I am to be with you, in spirit and in soul.

I would not compare us to that of a burning flame, more of liquid wax, we melt and then reform. We adapt, and I admire this of us. I do not care if you are James or if you're Josephine, you will always be the second half of my heart.

This page is so bare as my head is too full of thoughts, my conscience is falling into a whirlpool that never ends, and I have too many thoughts to even begin to articulate. I apologise for this, but know one thing, Jo.

In the starkest way I can put it to you, I will not dilute;

I love you.

Lila.