[She had, most unfortunately, been called away so soon after they became lovers. And she found herself...concerned, at the sudden distance, the inability to talk about things. And so, a letter would arrive at Germaine's Paris hotel.]
Dearest Germaine,
I miss you. There, I write it out.
I have never written those words before. But then, I have never lain in bed at night, imagining the feel of a lover's touch, recalling details as if creating a painting in my mind. Just what have you awakened in me, I wonder, that I think upon it so much? Thoughts of you warm me, in ways I have not felt before.
My thoughts turn not just to you, but what you must be feeling. Oh, beautiful Germaine, I know how words swirl and grow in your mind, and I would like to cast my eyes upon them. Your thoughts were ever important to me, and that certainly has not changed as my affections have grown.
I await your reply, any reply, as a cold night awaits a warming dawn. I hope this finds you well, and know that I am well, too.
Timing: after the beginning of their intimate relationship
Dearest Germaine,
I miss you. There, I write it out.
I have never written those words before. But then, I have never lain in bed at night, imagining the feel of a lover's touch, recalling details as if creating a painting in my mind. Just what have you awakened in me, I wonder, that I think upon it so much? Thoughts of you warm me, in ways I have not felt before.
My thoughts turn not just to you, but what you must be feeling. Oh, beautiful Germaine, I know how words swirl and grow in your mind, and I would like to cast my eyes upon them. Your thoughts were ever important to me, and that certainly has not changed as my affections have grown.
I await your reply, any reply, as a cold night awaits a warming dawn. I hope this finds you well, and know that I am well, too.
With affection,
Adele