"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
"you’re so sweet when you’re melancholy. I love your sad tenderness — when I’ve hurt you — That’s one of the reasons I could never be sorry for our quarrels — and they bothered you so — those dear, dear little fusses, when I always tried so hard to make you kiss and forget —"
Zelda Fitzgerald, excerpt from a letter to Scott Fitzgerald