We’re on the countdown to Valentine’s Day and feeling a little sentimental. Last week we looked at the ancient art of letterlocking, the unique way of sealing letters so that their contents stay locked, and there’s nothing worth protecting more than a solid love letter. In the spirit of love, we pulled some of the sweetest missives throughout history. Enjoy this edition of #TBT, featuring our favorite old-school love letters from famous people.
Frida Kahlo to Diego Rivera
Truth is, so great, that I wouldn’t like to speak, or sleep, or listen, or love. To feel myself trapped, with no fear of blood, outside time and magic, within your own fear, and your great anguish, and within the very beating of your heart. All this madness, if I asked it of you, I know, in your silence, there would be only confusion. I ask you for violence, in the nonsense, and you, you give me grace, your light and your warmth. I’d like to paint you, but there are no colors, because there are so many, in my confusion, the tangible form of my great love.
Via Rose In Mid Air
Johnny Cash to June Carter
Written shortly after June’s death in 2003
July 11 2003
I love June Carter, I do. Yes I do. I love June Carter I do. And she loves me.
But now she’s an angel and I’m not. Now she’s an angel and I’m not.
Jimi Hendrix to Girlfriend
happiness is within you….so unlock the chains from your heart and let yourself grow—
like the sweet flower you are…..
I know the answer—
Just spread your wings and set yourself
Love to you forever
Mark Twain to His Wife
Hartford, Nov. 27/88
Livy Darling, I am grateful — gratefuler than ever before — that you were born, & that your love is mine & our two lives woven & welded together!
Ludvig van Beethoven to Mystery Lover
6 July, morning
My angel, my all, my own self — only a few words today, and that too with pencil (with yours) — only till tomorrow is my lodging definitely fixed. What abominable waste of time in such things — why this deep grief, where necessity speaks?
Can our love persist otherwise than through sacrifices, than by not demanding everything? Canst thou change it, that thou are not entirely mine, I not entirely thine? Oh, God, look into beautiful Nature and compose your mind to the inevitable. Love demands everything and is quite right, so it is for me with you, for you with me — only you forget so easily, that I must live for you and for me — were we quite united, you would notice this painful feeling as little as I should . . .
. . . We shall probably soon meet, even today I cannot communicate my remarks to you, which during these days I made about my life — were our hearts close together, I should probably not make any such remarks. My bosom is full, to tell you much — there are moments when I find that speech is nothing at all. Brighten up — remain my true and only treasure, my all, as I to you. The rest the gods must send, what must be for us and shall.
Monday evening, 6 July
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