Remembering a love
Written by the author and writer of the East, Michelle Yazar. Who brings us on this occasion, this book that is made up of a series of letters sent between 29 years Eugene Myers and 31 years Patrick Stanley, both originally from London, England. During the years of World War II (1941-1945). It all begins when Patrick was about to declare his feelings to Eugene, being called to enlist as a soldier in the British army, to fight against the nazis. This unleashes a series of events, which Eugene, through his letters, expresses along with the immense pain and gnawing fear of not seeing again, to the one who was more than his friend; the love of him no longer platonic of him. A love that, without a doubt, crossed all the limits that a war could impose. A passion that burned, without the slightest expiation of consummation. A distance that was the paper guillotine, before the feelings of these two desperate young people to see each other once more. "Remembering a love", the wish of those who one day dream of being happy with the love of their life, even when the whole world turns upside down, including a world war on board.
Chapter 5: Dear Amelia
London England
April 7, 1943
To my dear and loving Aunt Amelia Grasgham.
I live missing her, since the summer I spent with you. I haven't stopped thinking about the delicious desserts and the beauty of the gardens that adorn the entrance of your house, which give it an image taken from the most fantastic.
I remember how you combed my hair, listening to your anecdotes with the Williamses, in those ballroom dances, to which I accompanied many of them. Those obese gentlemen discussed politics and those stallions that always seemed to me as boring as themselves. Looking at you will attract the glances of the gentlemen, the envy and the coarse comments of the ladies. Among the long walks that left my feet (almost dead), like longing to have you with me, but I have to forget about this dream, until your health improves. I can apologize for not being by your side since my father's business does not allow me to be away, however, I have the help of my friend Tobías.
I would like to tell you everything as if you were my diary, in these moments of solitude; what love, that I have for my beloved Patrick, what is the distance that separates us; Knowing that he is on the battlefield, I have noticed that I have lost a little weight. Uncertainty hurts me, just thinking that I won't see him again. Keeping busy at the orphanage by helping out while teaching the little ones, and with a few hours volunteering at the hospital.
Every day that passes, I count the hours for him to come back to me.
The other day, I was looking at a young man, only 18 years old, who was missing a leg... The pain and sadness of many, like their families, is eminent. I take time to paint and walk a bit, in the company of Sacha; she is a very wise and agile little animal; my dog
I look at the blue sky, beloved aunt, and the rumors do not stop, like the one that I will be left alone waiting for a ghost, the more I cling to her love, and to each letter that I have in my hands which professes her love to me, with such madness that the wind moves the treetops, and the force that moves the sea.
I hope to have you soon, who loves you like a daughter.