ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ x ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

I can listen no longer in silence.

I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach.

You pierce my soul.

I am half agony, half hope.

Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever.

I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, years ago.

Dare not say that man forgets sooner, that his love has an earlier death.

I have loved none but you.

Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.

You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not?

(Persuassion, Jane Austen)