October 17, 1946

D’Arline,

I adore you, sweetheart.

I know how much you like to hear that — but I don’t only write it because you like it — I write it because it makes me warm all over inside to write it to you.

It is such a terribly long time since I last wrote to you — almost two years but I know you’ll excuse me because you understand how I am, stubborn and realistic; and I thought there was no sense to writing.

But now I know my darling wife that it is right to do what I have delayed in doing, and that I have done so much in the past. I want to tell you I love you. I want to love you. I always will love you.

I find it hard to understand in my mind what it means to love you after you are dead — but I still want to comfort and take care of you — and I want you to love me and care for me. I want to have problems to discuss with you — I want to do little projects with you. I never thought until just now that we can do that. What should we do. We started to learn to make clothes together — or learn Chinese — or getting a movie projector. Can’t I do something now? No. I am alone without you and you were the “idea-woman” and general instigator of all our wild adventures. Read More »

Reposted from fajnychnielubie via 1911s

Drinnen duften die Äpfel im Spind,
Prasselt der Kessel im Feuer.
Doch draußen pfeift Vagabundenwind
Und singt das Abenteuer!

Der Sehnsucht nach dem Anderswo
Kannst du wohl nie entrinnen:
Nach drinnen, wenn du draußen bist,
Nach draußen, bist du drinnen.

Mascha Kaléko

Reposted from manxx via einhornzorro