I want you to find, Jean-Alex', it is the thing which holds me more with heart. I have badly, my love. My room is empty, you and that me are not wounded there with deepest of myself. I stick to you and our love, in order to hope that you join me one day. That one lives together . . .
I am afraid of your absence, because I love you more especially as formerly, and today, I have only memories at the head, of you, us.
You are the only man who counts in my eyes, that which are able to make me make the worst acts, like most beautiful.