V.

"Dear,
I feel certain that I'm going mad again, and I feel we can't go through another of these terrible times; and I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices and can't concentrate.
So I'm doing what seems the best thing to do.
You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been, in every way, all that anyone could be. I know that I'm spoiling your life, and without me you could work... and you will, I know.
You see, I can't even write this properly.
What I want to say is that I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me... and incredibly good. Everything is gone for me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer.
I don't think two people could have been happier than we have been.
V."

-Virginia Woolf
Extractos de carta a Leonard Woolf, marzo 18 de 1941.

"That's what people do... they stay alive for each other."