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Vintage Love Letters

♥♥♥ Honoré de Balzac (May 20, 1799 – August 18, 1850) was a nineteenth-century

French novelist and playwright written Love Letter to Evelina Hanska

My beloved angel,

I am nearly mad about you, as much as one can be mad: I cannot bring together two ideas that you

do not interpose yourself between them. I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself,

my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous

caresses take possession of me.

As for my heart, there you will always be - very much so. I have a delicious sense of you there.

But my God, what is to become of me, if you have deprived me of my reason?

This is a monomania which, this morning, terrifies me. I rise up every moment saying to myself,

"Come, I am going there!"

Then I sit down again, moved by the sense of my obligations.

There is a frightful conflict. This is not life. I have never before been like that.

You have devoured everything. I feel foolish and happy as soon as I think of you.

I whirl round in a delicious dream in which in one instant I live a thousand years.

What a horrible situation! Overcome with love, feeling love in every pore, living only for love, and seeing oneself consumed by griefs, and caught in a thousand spiders' threads.

O, my darling Eva, you did not know it. I picked up your card. It is there before me, and I talk to you as if you were there. I see you, as I did yesterday, beautiful, astonishingly beautiful.
Yesterday, during the whole evening, I said to myself "she is mine!" Ah! The angels are not happy in Paradise as I was yesterday.