a letter to someone from afen...

dear someone,

u r a boy n im a girl...if u could read this, i wanna say 2 things to u...1 is i wanna wish im sorry...n 2 is i wanna ask u why??...im not sure why i wanna wish im sorry...coz i dont think i had made any mistakes...but if i did do wrong which i forgot, plz forgive me...i really wanna ask u why...but i have no guts to do it...bcoz u seems unreachable to me...so my dear, i wished upon the stars, that someday we will talk again...

p/s: i know u r extremely busy with ur work..so do it well..

xoxo,
afen...

Lord Byron to Countess Guiccioli, 25th August 1819

Lord Byron

Countess Guiccioli

My dearest Teresa,

          I have read this book in your garden. My love, you were absent, or else I could not have read it. It is a favourite book of yours, and the writer was a favourite friend of mine. You will not understand these English words, and others will not understand them…which is the reason I have not scrawled then in Italian. But you will recognize the handwriting of him who passionately loved you, and you will divine that, over a book which was yours, he could only think of love.

          In that word, beautiful in all languages, but most in yours – amor mio – is compared my existence here and hereafter, to what purpose you will decide, my destiny rests with you, and you are a woman, seventeen years of age, and two out of a convent, I wish you had stayed there, with all my heart, or at least, that I had never met you in your married state. But all this is too late; as if you did so, which last is a great consolation at all events.

          But I more than love you and cannot cease to love you. Think of me sometimes, when the Alps and ocean divide us, but they never will, unless you wish it.

Byron.