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To my friend, to my wife Heni
I love you not only for what you are, but
for what I am when I am with you.
I love you not only for what you have made
of yourself, but for what you are making of me.
I love you because you have done more
than any creed could have done to make
me good, and more than any fate could
have done to make me happy.
You have done it without a touch, without
a word, without a sign.
You have done it by being yourself. Perhaps
that is what being a friend means, after all.
Note: Life is a mystery to be lived, not a problem to be solved
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