It was death,I choose life

Dearest,
I feel certain I'm going mad again I feel that we can't go through another of this terrible times and I shan't recover this time.I begin to hear voices and I can't concentrate.
So I'm doing what seems to be the best thing to do.
You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in evryway all that anyone could be.Iknow that I am spoiling your life ,and without me you could work, and you will. You see, I can't even write this properly.
What I want say is that I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me,and incredibly good.
Everything is gone for me,but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer.
I don't think two people could've been happier than we have been.


                                                                                              維吉尼亞


There are times when you think you don't belong.And you think you're gonna kill yourself.
Once I went to a hotel,later that night I made a plan.The plan was I was gonna leave my fammily when my sencond child was born.And that's what I did.I got up one morning,made breakfast,went to the bus stop,got on the bus.I left a note.I got a job in a library in Canada.
It would be wonderful to say you regret it.It would be easy.But what does it mean?What it means to regret when you have no choice.It's what you can bear.There it is.No one's going to forgive me.It was death,I choose life.


Dear Lenard,
To look life in the face, always to look life in the face and to know it for what it is.
At last to know it ,to love it for what it is,and then to put it away.

Lenard,
always the years between us;
always……the years;
always……the love;
always……the hours;