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I really felt it when Fodor Dostoevski wrote: "I am torn between the fear of revealing my feelings and the desire to lay my heart bare before her. What if she doesn't feel the same way? But I cannot suppress this love that burns inside me. I want to be your friend, your companion in this life, and if fate allows, in the life to come. I want to be your faithful servant. I want to be everything to you. I love you more than anything in the world, and I have suffered more in these two days since I've known it than I did in all the years I've been living on this Earth. I don't know why, my darling, but in your presence, I became melancholic, and it seems I've lost my tongue. I love you terribly, passionately. My heart races when she looks at me, and yet it is a sweet torment that I cannot bear to be without. I long to be with her, to talk to her, to share my world with her in her presence."