Dearest,
I feel certain I am going mad again.
I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times.
And I shan't recover this time.
I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate.
So I am doing what seems the best thing to do.
You have given me the greatest possible happiness.
You have been in every way all that anyone couldn't be.
I know that I am spoiling your life.
And without me you could work, and you will. I know.
You see I can't even write this properly.
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.
Everything is gone from me.
But not the certainty of your goodness.
I can't go on spoiling your life any longer.
I don't think two people could've been happier than we have been.
