Love Letter from 18th Century
January 14, 1812
My Dearest Love,
As I sit beneath the dim glow of the solitary candle, ink staining my fingers as though it were the very blood from my heart, I find myself torn between longing and despair. How cruel it is that distance and duty should conspire to keep me from you! Each passing moment is an eternity stretched thin by the ache of your absence, and my soul withers beneath the weight of it.
