Do you have any idea what you have done. How disappointed in you I am? How deeply hurt I am by what you did. Something precious was shattered and will never be the same again. I love you, but I don’t like you and can’t ever be with you again. S.S.

I am tired,
Beloved,
of chafing
my heart against
the want of you;
of squeezing it
into little ink drops,
And posting it.
Amy Lowell