Dearest,
　　
　　 I feel certain that I am going mad again:
　　 I feel we can't go through another of these terrible times.
　　 And I shant recover this time.
　　 I begin to hear voices, and can't concentrate.
　　 So I am doing what seems the best things to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness.
　　 You have been in every way all that anyone could be.
　　 I don't think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came.
　　 I can't fight it any longer, I know that I am
　　 spoiling your life, that without me you
　　 could work.
　　 And you will I know.
　　 You see I can't even write this properly.
　　 I can't read.
　　 What I want to say is that I owe all the happiness of my life to you.
　　 You have been entirely patient with me &
　　 incredibly good.
　　 I want to say that--everybody knows it.
　　 If anybody could have saved me it would have been you.
　　 Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness.
　　 I can't go on spoiling your life any longer, I dont think two people could have been happier than we have been.
　　
　　 V.