Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Noster Nostri

Vallée de Gaube (Gaube Valley), Hautes Pyrénées, France

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods:
time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees.
My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath:
a source of little visible delight,but necessary.
Nelly, I AM Heathcliff!
He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure,
any more than I am always a pleasure to myself,
but as my own being.
-Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

My love, you are my Heathcliff. A thousand Lintons of this world can never satisfy the emptiness inside if I lose you. Without you, life is insignificant. My very essence will perish. I will be just a hollow shell… existing but not living.

We are of one heart, one soul… noster nostri…

(part 3 of my valentine's days entries)


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