Baby, why couldn’t you just hold me and believe for just once in your life, that something involving people would work out?
You obviously don’t want me to leave you, and your stoicism pisses me off. All I wanted was your love.
This “friendship” is nothing but a guise. And you’re stupid for believing you could hide it in plain sight.
Sweetheart I’ve been frightfully busy but you know I have thought of you every minute.
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| — | Scott Fitzgerald to Zelda Fitzgerald, March 1919 (via faintsmiles) |





