But let us return.
"I loved Abigail desperately.

No, I did not love Abigail Norman at all.
I did not love her as she was, but I loved her as she seemed to my imagination to be.

I think most lovers love an ideal that hovers in the air a little above the real recipient of their love.

And I think we men of genius and imagination are apt to love something very different from the real person, which is unfortunate.
"But I am digressing again.

To return: I wrote poetry to Abby.