OOC - Not dated, but for reference was written in 1885. Sent on September 18, 1888.


It is with great shame that I write this letter - to a married woman, no less! I have done my very best to stamp down what feelings I have developed for you these past few days of treating you as my patient, yet I simply cannot will them away. Each interaction we have I am overcome by your genuine kindness, your sweetness - the way you are gentle with everyone and despite your discomfort with your illness, not once did you lose your composure or concern for others. You are likely one of the most amazingly patient people I have had the pleasure to meet and it is with great shame I must admit that I have fallen for you.

Your husband - though I have not met him - is surely the luckiest man alive. I will envy him for the rest of my days. If I were to be at your side, I would return as a ghost just so that I could have every day with you for eternity.