“Susie, will you indeed come home next Saturday, and be my own again, and kiss me … I hope for you so much, and feel so eager for you, feel that I cannot wait, feel that now I must have you—that the expectation once more to see your face again, makes me feel hot and feverish, and my heart beats so fast … my darling, so near I seem to you, that I disdain this pen, and wait for a warmer language.”
Oh… best fiends👍
The last emperor of Vietnam had 12 wives, but he never once spent the night with any of them, instead spending every night with the same lower ranking male attendant. Many French and other Western historians have said for centuries that they were simply “Trusted friends”