” Good morning, on July 7 
Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved,
now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us
– I can live only wholly with you or not at all – Yes, I am resolved to wander so
long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you,
and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits
– Yes, unhappily it must be so – You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart – never – never –
Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves.
And yet my life in V is now a wretched life
– Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men –
At my age I need a steady, quiet life – can that be so in our connection?
My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day – therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once
– Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together –
Be calm – love me – today – yesterday – what tearful longings for you – you – you – my life – my all – farewell.
Oh continue to love me – never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
ever thine 
ever mine 
ever ours”

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Skrivet av Ludwig van Beethoven.
Jag läser det väldigt ofta och just sista frasen Ever Thine, Ever Mine, Ever Ours har satt sina spår hos mig ..

Vi skriver aldrig kärleksbrev längre ..
Och då menar jag BREV, inte mail , sms eller nåt annat ..
Jag menar sånt, skrivet med penna, på papper, som man lägger ner själ och hjärta i .
Sånt som ofta ger en speciell doft när man öppnar det, som bleks med tiden, men som betyder så mycke mer än ett jävla sms, mail eller va det nu är ..
Varför har vi slutat med sånt ?