Letters

Dear Lydia

It is late. I was thinking of you. I wanted to tell you why I am marrying you. Throughout the complexities and unknown terrifying good and badness of life I think that the only thing in life that has value is love. People need people - each has his own - you are mine, and I yours. Of all things, the most is aloneness - unloved-ness. I love you. Life without you has no meaning. Success is empty, laughter bitter, my existence joyless without you, without the knowledge that you love me, that no matter what - good or bad - our lives are hopelessly and wonderfully entwined. Together - the joy and the pain.

Once I nearly lost you. I tried to separate you from me. How I ached and cried. I couldn't forget you, leave you, stop loving you. My heart is not my own. I am empty unless you take care of it. I am not nearly perfect, but I will try to be the best husband to you that I can - no matter where we go or what may happen.

To this I pledge myself - what I am and what will be - my life, my work, I pledge it to you before the God who has blessed me with life.

With Deep Love
Michael