Aesvic Letter Exchange Draft

22 / 07 / 1912

To Doctor Carl,

Last night, before I fell asleep, this strange excitement came over me. At first I thought it was a strange trick my mind was playing on me, but after it refused to part I rose and immediately set about to write this down for you.

You see, ever since our encounters have become more frequent, this strange feeling has arisen in me. The chest squeezes and my muscles contract, yet it is not at all painful. It feels pleasant, as pleasant as those late strolls we share together. And oh, the giddy nervousness could be compared to hysteria when realisation dawns that tomorrow night will be so again.

Why! It feels childish to confess such. I am no better than the ladies who gather in the shop windows holding their lovely little umbrellas who giggle to one another while gossiping of all sorts from husbands to shopping and such- or- well, whatever it is that folks tend to discuss when in the presence of another person. I am simply no better than them! 

I suppose what I want to say is that you have made me sick, so very terribly sick that the only cure could be being reunited with yourself- or, alternatively, to spend a couple of healthy hours in your presence. Please indulge me Aesop, I very very sincerely look forward to our next meeting. Please help relieve me of this aching feeling in my chest. It hurts- do not be cruel to me. 

As a Doctor, you surely must recognise the severity of this!! It takes away my ability to think, I have been daydreaming at work. My ability has weakened somewhat, yet I find myself not stressing over it but being almost- almost guilty joyed by these fantasies. Perhaps I have some sort of fever- I’m sure a reliable gentleman  like you can diagnose and treat me.

I await anxiously for our next meeting- I do not mean to sound overbearing but. Considering this confession in itself is already incredibly selfish in nature, I have decided to be selfish again. I implore that you spend more time with me and the two of us can enjoy a lovely day together.

Yours Affectionately, 

Victor Grantz.

23 / 07 / 1912

Dearest Victor Grantz,

Yearning

A feeling of an intense longing for something / someone.

• Typically for something that has been lost or seperated.

Alternatively,

Desiderium or Desiderio.

Stay in good health Grantz.

Ever yours, 

Aesop Carl