My love, I'm going before you do. I am going before your desire dies... Then we'd be left with affection alone, and I know that won't be enough... I'm going before I grow unhappy... I go bearing the taste of our embraces, your smell, your look, your kisses... I go with the memory of my loveliest years, the ones you gave me... I kiss you now, so tenderly I'll die of it... I have always loved you... I have loved only you... I'm going so you never forget me... Mathilde.
