To have been always what I am - and so changed from what I was.

You are mine, but you are not mine. I am yours, but you hardly know it.

You, Jane, I must have you for my own — entirely my own.

I’ve always been mysterious. My mother and father always used to ask me, "What are you thinking, what’s going on?" There are times when I don’t understand myself, you know what I mean?

What you were is forever who you are.

You are, and always have been, my dream.

I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out of time.

And I have always loved you, and if it sometimes seems to me that it is only now that I really love you since we have met again, it is not true, however great my love may be, for I have always loved you, I have always loved you. And if it should happen now that you would become mine- you cannot imagine what that would mean to me, if you, who were taken from me for so many years, were to come back.

I'm yours for ever — for ever and ever. Here I stand; I'm as firm as a rock. If you'll only trust me, how little you'll be disappointed. Be mine as I am yours.

I always thought that I was me — but no,
I was you and never knew it.

The undercurrent of my every thought:
To seek you, find you, have you for my own.

It answers the question that was tormenting you: my love, you are not 'one thing in my life' - not even the most important - because my life no longer belongs to me because...you are always me.

You for whom I have looked so hard without ever finding. You whom I have longed for, called after, without ever seeing you come, you who are always present without ever existing – I am writing to you now. You who are basically only myself, but a much bigger and more noble self, an ingenious self, a self far from me, as real as the whole distance between the dream and the reality.

To be always what I am - and so changed from what I was.