I've just stopped talking to you. It seems so strange. It's perfectly peaceful here--they're playing bowls--I'd just put flowers in your room. And there you sit with the bombs falling around you.
What can one say-- except that I love you and I've got to live through this strange quiet evening thinking of you sitting there alone.
Dearest-- let me have a line...
You have given me such happiness...

Author: Virginia Woolf