All that my mind seems able to contain is my love for you, the knowledge that you are coming, that I am to see you, touch you.
"I try to realise that I am to be your wife; the heavenly reality seems vaguely impossible.

Yet every moment I am schooling myself to the belief, telling myself that it is to be, repeating the divine words again and again.

And all I am capable of understanding is that I love you, and that the world stands still, waiting for you as I wait; and that without you nothing is real, and I move in a world of phantoms.
"I have been to the mirror to look at myself.

To be certain, I also asked Celia.

She says that you will not be disappointed.
"She sat here searching the morning paper for news of her husband's regiment, but found none.