Goofy, my darling, hasn’t it been a lovely day? I woke up this morning and the sun was lying like a birthday parcel on my table so I opened it up and so many happy things went fluttering into the air; love to Doo-do and the remembered feel of our skins cool against each other in other mornings. - (Zelda to Scott, 1930)
You are not so far away that I can’t smell your hair in the drying breeze… - 1930
You phoned me tonight - I walked on those telephone wires for two hours after holding your love like a parasol to balance me. - (Zelda to Scott, Fall 1930)
The only sadness is the living without you, without hearing the notes of your voice… (Scott to Zelda, 1934)
Why should graves make people feel in vain? Somehow I can’t find anything hopeless in having lived - All the broken columns and clasped hands and doves and angels mean romances - and in an hundred years I think I shall like having young people speculate on whether my eyes were brown or blue … I hope my grave has an air of many, many years ago about it - Isn’t it funny how, out of a row of Confederate soldiers, two or three will make you think of dead lovers and dead loves. - (Zelda to Scott, 1919)
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Zelda and F. Scott Fitzgerald's Love Letters. Reblogged from tumblr.
A part of the old Sophelia, now buried in ashen memories and forgotten blog posts, wanted that fantasy -- the poetic correspondence of two timeless lovers matched in beauty and eloquence.
O, how much I have changed in four years. Or how little, really.
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