3rd December 1931
Charles,
I am going mad. These feelings are devouring me from the
inside out. My bones are being crushed with the weight of my own delirium.
Joanne. Her
name evokes a thousand emotions. Her eyes hold so much, I wonder where her soul
has been before. Because her name tastes like almonds in my mouth, salty and
bitter at the same time. Because I imagine she’s fond of holding hands all the
time, even when sleeping. Because she makes me feel like every day is December –when
you look forward to waking up, even if the weather is freezing. Her laughter is
the sunlight that melts the frost off my heart. Because she doesn’t know how to sing that
I want to make music for her, hold her hand, and hum her to sleep every night. Because she makes me think of someone else besides myself. That with one simple glance, a half-smile, I hear my heart about to burst inside my chest.
How I wish that this fever never ends.F.R.
