If all we have,

rests on a few moments

in a library three and a half years ago then I'm not sure...

I don't know if...

Look at me.

Look at me.

Come back.

Come back to me.

Dearest Cecilia,

the story can resume.

The one I had been planning on that evening walk.

I can become again

the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit.

The man who,

with the clarity of passion,

made love to you in the library.

I will return.

My darling,

I love you.

I'll wait for you.

Come back, come back to me.

I am very, very sorry for the terrible distress that I have caused.

I am very, very sorry...