love really is just “i am thinking of you. i will ask you if you are okay. i remember your favorite flavor of tea. i want to talk to you. i hope your mother is well. i will read to you. i like your laugh. this perfume gives you a headache. i want to help you. i will sit next to you. i got you the chocolate you like. your eyes have gold in them. i think you’d like this book. i miss you when you aren’t here.” isn’t it
(x)
My sweetheart, my love, my love, my love—
19 August 1925
Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
Tiger Moth (Trichomia sp.), family Erebidae, Venezuela
photograph by Arthur Anker









