Lidia (reading a letter): "When I awake this morning, you were still asleep. As I awoke I heard you gentle breathing. I saw you closed eyes beneath wisps of stray hair and I was deeply moved. I wanted to cry out, to wake you, but you slept so deeply, so soundly. "
"In the half light you skin glowed with life so warm and sweet. I wanted to kiss it, but I was afraid to wake you. I was afraid of you awake in my arms again. Instead, I wanted to something no one could take from me, mine alone...this eternal image of you. Beyond your face I saw a pure, beautiful vision showing us in the perspective of my whole life...all the year to come, even all the years past."

"That was the most miraculous things: to feel, for the first time, that you had always been mine. That this might would go on for ever...united with your warmth, your thought, your will."

"At that moment I realized how much I loved you, Lidia. I wept with the intensity of the emotion. For I felt that this must never end, we would remain like this all our lives not only close, but belonging to each other in a way that nothing could ever destroy, except the apathy of habit, the only threat."

"Then you wakened and smiling, put your arms around me, kissed me and I felt there was nothing to fear. We could always be as we were at that moment bound by stronger ties than time and habit."

Giovanni : Who wrote that?

Lidia : You did.