love letters-hugo

My adorable and adored,
I have been asking myself every moment if such happiness is not a dream. It seems to me that what I feel is not of earth. I cannot yet comprehend this cloudless heaven. My whole soul is yours. My Adele, why is there no word for this but joy? Is it because there is no power in human speech to express such happiness? Sometimes I tremble lest I should suddenly awaken from this dream divine…
Victor Hugo to his childhood sweetheart and future wife, Adele Foucher (1821)