You asked me once if i were a child or a wise woman...I am not wise but rather a coward and until my coming back to Paris I was reluctant, a little afraid to admit love in all its deepness and strength...it means now my happiness is in your hands and in a way i should rather have kept it in mine, but well..I cannot help it anymore I have to admit this dependence .... I am a little afraid of love, it makes me rather stupid. Anyway I spoke the way I felt I shall say something more since I have it in the heart: Now I love you so much, do not begin to love me less... - From Simone De Beauvoirs love letters to Jean-Paul Sartre
Posted on: Mon, 17 Feb 2014 17:54:04 +0000