Hi there! It’s Denise from Hello,Moxie! In honor of Leap Day, I thought I’d share something about love. When I was a kid, the teachers told us that February 29th was the day that girls could ask out the boys. I have no idea what that’s all about! But it’s one of the funny little things I remember and I think is fun about this day.
I came across this amazing love letter a while back and am so excited to share it with all of you — because I know we are all lovers of words, right? It was written by Richard Feynman after his wife passed away. The line that just kills me is — “I want to have problems to discuss with you — I want to do little projects with you.” Isn’t just the best declaration of love? To share and just want to be with each other. That line made me cry. I love it! The postscript is quite charming, too. I found the letter at www.lettersofnote.com. And ladies, please excuse me — I write my blog on Blogger and I have no idea how to code and format and properly credit and link here! Here’s the letter. Enjoy!
October 17, 1946
I adore you, sweetheart.
I know how much you like to hear that — but I don’t only write it because you like it — I write it because it makes me warm all over inside to write it to you.
It is such a terribly long time since I last wrote to you — almost two years but I know you’ll excuse me because you understand how I am, stubborn and realistic; and I thought there was no sense to writing.
But now I know my darling wife that it is right to do what I have delayed in doing, and that I have done so much in the past. I want to tell you I love you. I want to love you. I always will love you.
I find it hard to understand in my mind what it means to love you after you are dead — but I still want to comfort and take care of you — and I want you to love me and care for me. I want to have problems to discuss with you — I want to do little projects with you. I never thought until just now that we can do that. What should we do. We started to learn to make clothes together — or learn Chinese — or getting a movie projector. Can’t I do something now? No. I am alone without you and you were the “idea-woman” and general instigator of all our wild adventures.
When you were sick you worried because you could not give me something that you wanted to and thought I needed. You needn’t have worried. Just as I told you then there was no real need because I loved you in so many ways so much. And now it is clearly even more true — you can give me nothing now yet I love you so that you stand in my way of loving anyone else — but I want you to stand there. You, dead, are so much better than anyone else alive.
I know you will assure me that I am foolish and that you want me to have full happiness and don’t want to be in my way. I’ll bet you are surprised that I don’t even have a girlfriend (except you, sweetheart) after two years. But you can’t help it, darling, nor can I — I don’t understand it, for I have met many girls and very nice ones and I don’t want to remain alone — but in two or three meetings they all seem ashes. You only are left to me. You are real.
My darling wife, I do adore you.
I love my wife. My wife is dead.
PS Please excuse my not mailing this — but I don’t know your new address.