January 27, 1918
My love for you tonight is so deep and tender that it seems to be outside myself as well. I am fast shut up like a little lake in the embrace of some big mountains. If you were to climb up the mountains,
you would see me down below, deep and shining - and quite fathomless, my dear. You might drop your heart into me and you'd never hear it touch bottom.
I love you - I love you - Goodnight. Oh Bogey, what it is to love like this!
Katherine Mansfield, writer, to John Middleton Murray