"last night I had a dream we were inseparably entwined, like a piece of rope made out of two pieces of vine held together, holding each other with no one else in mind. like 2 atoms in a molecule inseparably combined."
"All these soft, warm nights going to waste when I ought to be lying in your arms under the moon - the dearest arms in all the world - darling arms that I love so to feel around me - How much longer - before they’ll be there to stay? When I do get home again, you’ll certainly have a most awful time ever moving me one inch from you."
Zelda Fitzgerald to F. Scott Fitzgerald
excerpt from a letter sent to Scott March, 1919 from Montgomery, Alabama