My dearest Lytton, There is a great deal to say, and I feel very incompetent to write it today. Lytton, you’re the only person who I ever had an all-absorbing passion for. I shall never have another. I couldn’t, now. I had one of the most self-abasing loves that a person can have. You never knew, or never will know, the very big and devastating love I had for you. How I adored every...
tu sei cara al mio cuore
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