Yes, when our mutual friend intruduced me to you, and I shook hands with you, I already felt then a certain attraction, amysterious elation which told me that, above all things, I must find ways to be considered as one of your friends. You were gracious enough to dance with me once, and then again when I requested you for another. That was boldness on my part, but I could not hold back the surging demands of my heart to dance with the most beautiful dream-girl at the ball.
I went home last night, with only the blessed stars for company. But in solitude of my room I felt as sudden gloom, despairing uneasiness, an increasing longing. That painful longing whisperd that dance should not have ended, and that I should have kept on dancing, floating on the floor with you forever.
And so, please excuse me, forgive me for writing you. Last night was an evening haunted with uneasy thoughts and anxious fears that soon you would discard this humble acquaintance to wretched oblivion. Hence, I am writing you to express my thanks for the treasured pleasure of ahving met you, known you, and danced with you. And if I may not be called rude to the dictates of social conventions, I hope that you will allow me the wish of seeing you again.
In all sincerity,
has thou more of pain or pleasure!
endless torments well about thee:
Yet who would live, and live without thee!