How I do love you! My starved life is full when I think of you—brimmed with joy and inward laughter. And one day, perhaps, we shall come out of the dark catacombs and build our temple of Love in the glorious sunlight, with the golden gates wide open for all the world to see and marvel at our happiness.
Yours, beloved, yours utterly and completely, Lolo
I love to write the name you call me by—the name that is only yours. Such a silly name it would sound to people who didn’t know what it means. He uses the name other people use—just like an uncle or something. That’s all he is—a sort of Wicked Uncle in a fairytale. I can bear him better if I think of him just as that.