Dear Nandita and Andrew,
I’ve read love letters and poems by writers in love — the Barrett Brownings, Honoré de Balzac, Oscar Wilde, Charles Bukowski, and others. The love you both share, and share with all of us through poetry, lights my heart. Your love for each other is beautiful.
It’s such a delight to me to be connected to such passionate, vibrant people. I admire how you both express your love so openly and vulnerably. It’s not easy to lay our hearts open, and harder still to do so in public. But, for those whose love language is words, it is much more impossible to be silent.
One of my favorite love letters was written by George Sand to Alfred de Musset. My favorite version is in the original language by Celine Dion. I love this letter especially because my husband is 16 years younger than I am. I have said similar things to him. Go on. Love another. Love a young, beautiful woman who has never loved yet. He has not left, not yet. Perhaps he’ll go tomorrow. For today, I cherish his love.
I know we are mortals; our lives must end, and that pain is the price we all must ultimately pay for love. I pay it, gladly because I remember:
Mais j’ai aimé. But I have loved.
George Sand’s letter to Alfred de Musset
Venice, May 12th, 1834No, my dear child, these three letters are not the last oath of the lover who leaves you; these are the hug of the brother who is still with you. That feeling is too beautiful, too pure and too gentle for me to ever need to cease feeling it. Let not my memory poison any pleasure of your life. But do not let these pleasures destroy and despise my memory. Be happy, be loved – how would you not? But keep me in secret corner of your heart and go down there when you are saddest to find solace or support.Go on, love, my Alfred;Love once and for all.Love a young, beautiful womanWho has never loved yet.Spare her and do not hurt her.The heart of a woman is such a delicate thing.When it is a ice cube or a stone,I believe that there is almost nothing in between.And it is the sameWith your way to love.Your soul is bound to ardently loveOr to totally harden.You said it numerous timesAnd tried but did not manage to retract.Nothing, nothing did erase that sentence.There is nothing in the world but loveWhich does exist.Perhaps you loved me with hatredTo love another woman with abandon.Perhaps the next oneWill love you less than I did.And perhaps she will be happierAnd more loved.Perhaps your final loveWill be the most fantasist and the freshest.But please, please, do not kill your generous heart.Let him completely go into your love lifeSo that one day you can look backward and say like me,‘I have often suffered, I have sometimes made mistakes,But I have loved.
Nantita and Andrew,
I wrote this for you both today:
Love is energy.
Energy is eternal.
Thus, love never dies.
May you love for eternity.