A Romantic Love Letter written to F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896 - 1940) by Zelda his future wife

It is believed that this romantic love letter was written Spring 1919.

Sweetheart,

Please, please don't be so depressed — We'll be married soon, and then these lonesome nights will be over forever —— Maybe you won't understand this, but sometimes when I miss you most, it's hardest to write — and you always know when I make myself — Just the ache of it all — and I can't tell you. If we were together, you'd feel how strong it is — 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 — and until we are, I am loving, loving every tiny minute of the day and night

Scott — there's nothing in all the world I want but you — and your precious love — All the material things are nothing. I'd just hate to live a sordid, colorless existence — because you'd soon love me less — and less — and I'd do anything —— to keep your heart for my own — I don't want to live —I want to love first, and live incidentally — Why don't you feel that I'm waiting — I'll come to you, Lover, when you're ready — Don't don't ever think of the things you can't give me —— and it's so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had — anything You've trusted me with the dearest heart of all

How can you think deliberately of life without me — If you should die — O Darling — darling Scott — It'd be like going blind. I know I would, too, — I'd have no purpose in life — just a pretty — decoration. Don't you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered — and I was delivered to you — to be worn — I want you to wear me, like a watch — charm or a button hole bouquet — to the world. And then, when we're alone, I want to help — to know that you can't do anything without me.

I'm glad you wrote Mamma. It was such a nice sincere letter — and mine to St. Paul was very evasive and rambling. I've never, in all my life, been able to say anything to people older than me — Somehow I just instinctively avoid personal things with them — even my family. Kids are so much nicer.

 

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The following letter was sent to Scott Fitzgerald by his wife Zelda Fitzgerald in 1920.

 

I look down the tracks and see you coming and out of every haze & mist your darling rumpled trouser are hurrying to me -  Without you, dearest dearest I couldn't see or hear or feel or think - or live -  I love you so and I'm never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night. It's like begging for mercy of a storm or killing beauty or growing old, without you.

 

I want to kiss you so - and in the back where your dear hair starts and your chest -  I love you - and I can't tell you how much to think that I'll die without your knowing - Goofo, you've got to try to feel how much I do  - how inanimate I am when you're gone - I can't even hate these damnable people - Nobodys got any right to live but us - and they're dirtying up our world and I can't hate them because I want you so - Come Quick - Come Quick to me.

I could never do without you if you hated me and were covered with sores like a leper - if you ran away with another woman and starved me and beat me I still would want you I know - Lover, Lover, Darling - Your Wife

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F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896 - 1940) the creator of The Great Gatsby and other books. It is evident in this letter, written just before their marriage, the extent of their devotion to each other