I love you without regrets and without reservations, with a great clear impulse that fills me up completely. I love you as I feel myself living, at times, on the summits of the world, and I wait for you with an obstinacy as long as ten lives, a tenderness that will not be exhausted, the great and luminous desire that I have for you, the terrible thirst that I have for your heart. I embrace you, I hold you against me.
Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, 1949








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