I feel certain I am going
mad again: I feel we can't go
through another of these terrible times.
And I shant recover this time. I begin
to hear voices and can't concentrate.
So I'm doing what seems to be the best thing to do. You have
given me the greatest possible happiness. You
have been in every way all that anyone
could be. I don't think two
people could have been happier till
this terrible disease came. I can't
fight it any longer, I know that I am
spoiling your life, that without me you
could work. And you will, I know.
You see, I can't even write this properly. I
can't read. What I want to say is that
I owe all the happiness of my life to you.
You have been entirely patient with me and
incredibly good. I want to say that -
everybody knows it. If anybody could
have saved me it would have been you.
Everything is gone from me but the
certainty of your goodness. I
can't go on spoiling your life any longer. I don't think two people
could have been happier than we have been.