I've never gotten a love letter. I've had letters given by my boyfriend but never a love letter. There's a difference. Then again, maybe there was no reason to give me a love letter, I've always been obvious and ratatat about my feelings for him anyway. I have no time and patience for the coy-hiding-behind-the-fan act. What's the point? I was so kilig (Sorry, what's the English translation for the exact essence of the word kilig? "Thrill" doesn't quite cut it), reading this last night. With Stars' "Elevator Love Song" on repeat. Bagay eh. I'm such a sucker for setting the mood for things.

I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone I think and plan - Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? - I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice, when they would be lost on others. - Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating in F.W.

I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house this evening, or never.
- Jane Austen "Persuasion"

Eek.

Right now I'm reading the Vintage Living Text Series on Jeanette Winterson. Which means, that I'll probably read her books all over again, after. One after the other. I definitely have to reread "Gut Symmetries" because I didn't give it the attention it deserved. How could I have, I was with BJ at the time and he interrupted my reading so beautifully. As Anne Elliot in "Persuasion" would describe it, "... some moments of communication continually occurring, and always the hope of more, and always the knowledge of his being there!"

It's too early for this fluff, huh. Tough.