“You know, or perhaps you don’t⁠ ⁠… I cannot write well. Little it matters! Now you know that without you there is for me not a single day, a single morning, a single spring, for R- is only⁠ ⁠… well, that is of no importance to you. At any rate, I am very grateful to him, for without him, alone all these days, I don’t know what would.⁠ ⁠… During these last few days and nights I have lived through ten years, or perhaps twenty years. My room seemed to me not square but round; I walk around without end, round after round, always the same thing, not a door to escape through. I cannot live without you because I love you; and I should not, I cannot be with you any more⁠—because I love you! Because I see and I understand that you need no one now, no one in the world save that other, and you must realize that it is precisely because I love you I must⁠ ⁠…