The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet, it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.VicTor Hugo
This book of love letters from Victor Hugo, is a first edition; 1901. It is one of my favorite possessions. Each day, before I sit down to write, I open this book, to a random page, and sit with the words. Today, I opened up to this.
I’ve always loved the adoration, warmth, sincerity, intensity and eloquence in the letters I read from war time and times of separation many, many years ago.
I feel the urgency, the depth of longing and the unwavering devotion.
I often experience this recurring reflection of a man, departing on a ship, deeply and profoundly staring back at me, until he disappears into a fog of obscurity. I wonder about him. I wonder where he was going. I wonder about our love. I wonder if I ever saw him again. I wonder if he wrote a letter, like this one, to me…