I'm trusting you to save my last message for tomorrow morning!
In particular, this is because I want to focus not on our romance (which I promise you, Vevay, will be romance through all the days we share) but on the other matter.
Thank you for speaking so freely with me. Please, коханий, always know you can tell me your troubles. Would you really feel happiness if you thought you could only feel happiness with me? It's better to have a partner who will stand beside you, hold you through the worst as well as the best.
I will, Nova. I want this.
I believe the same of you, for me.
[...]
If you believe this woman is mistreating Nicky and Liza, then the first thing to do is find evidence, as you suggest.
But I'll ask you something, which you don't have to answer today.
Think it through.
What would you like to do if they are happy and cared for? Would it be enough for you to know, and see them again a time or two?
And.
If they are unhappy, if they are mistreated. Do you care how Darius and I might handle this? Legal channels only?
Or, would you wish to remain in the dark, but not restrict us to certain methods?
You know what I've done these past two years. You know, also, my thoughts about children taken from good homes. From loving parents, and into hostile places. There is very little that troubles me about the ways of bringing them to safety and love, except that you have a [...] 'moral objection'.
[...]
[...]
I used believe most people are good and kind. I used to love I used to be better.
I believed that everyone sees reason. Everyone knows right from wrong, and more, that everyone desires what's right when these things are clear.
I stopped believing in this for a very long time - for a while, I found my faith renewed when everyone here rose up together and fought. But [...] seeing people at the fucking beach here in Odesa as though nothing is happening in the north, this lethargy, this delusion that we aren't at war. Seeing children vanish from cities and the world does nothing. Seeing America's congress refuse to help us because of a disagreement about their own immigration. The Polish threatening to ally with Russia because of grain and commerce.
Seeing your country become a haven for the same hate we've all grown so sick of hearing.
The world is a sometimes terrible place. Many times.
I felt my belief dying again; that's so.
But then you, Nova. Then you. A reminder that rightness still exists. Good people, loving, fascinating people. Fathers who care for their children, they still exist. Men whose hearts beat like yours, strong and immediate and fierce.
[...]
Well. If I can put one thing right in this world, why not this, for you?
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In particular, this is because I want to focus not on our romance (which I promise you, Vevay, will be romance through all the days we share) but on the other matter.
Thank you for speaking so freely with me. Please, коханий, always know you can tell me your troubles. Would you really feel happiness if you thought you could only feel happiness with me? It's better to have a partner who will stand beside you, hold you through the worst as well as the best.
I will, Nova. I want this.
I believe the same of you, for me.
[...]
If you believe this woman is mistreating Nicky and Liza, then the first thing to do is find evidence, as you suggest.
But I'll ask you something, which you don't have to answer today.
Think it through.
What would you like to do if they are happy and cared for? Would it be enough for you to know, and see them again a time or two?
And.
If they are unhappy, if they are mistreated. Do you care how Darius and I might handle this? Legal channels only?
Or, would you wish to remain in the dark, but not restrict us to certain methods?
You know what I've done these past two years. You know, also, my thoughts about children taken from good homes. From loving parents, and into hostile places. There is very little that troubles me about the ways of bringing them to safety and love, except that you have a [...] 'moral objection'.
[...]
[...]
I used believe most people are good and kind.
I used to loveI used to be better.I believed that everyone sees reason. Everyone knows right from wrong, and more, that everyone desires what's right when these things are clear.
I stopped believing in this for a very long time - for a while, I found my faith renewed when everyone here rose up together and fought. But [...] seeing people at the fucking beach here in Odesa as though nothing is happening in the north, this lethargy, this delusion that we aren't at war. Seeing children vanish from cities and the world does nothing. Seeing America's congress refuse to help us because of a disagreement about their own immigration. The Polish threatening to ally with Russia because of grain and commerce.
Seeing your country become a haven for the same hate we've all grown so sick of hearing.
The world is a sometimes terrible place. Many times.
I felt my belief dying again; that's so.
But then you, Nova. Then you. A reminder that rightness still exists. Good people, loving, fascinating people. Fathers who care for their children, they still exist. Men whose hearts beat like yours, strong and immediate and fierce.
[...]
Well. If I can put one thing right in this world, why not this, for you?