To Leonard

Dearest,

I fell certain that I am going mad again:
I fell 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 am doing what seems the best things 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 & incredibly good.
I want to say that–everybody knows it.
If anybody could have saved me it would have been you.
Everything has gone From me but the certainty of your goodness.
I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer, I dont think two people could have been happier than we have been.

V.