Before AndrÃ© Gorz, the French philosopher committed suicide with his British-born wife Dorine, who was suffering from cancer, he wrote her a love letter that became a best seller.
This moving testimony to a lifelong love is reprinted by The Sunday Times.
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Youâ€™ve just turned 82. You are still beautiful, graceful and desirable. Weâ€™ve lived together now for 58 years and I love you more than ever. Lately Iâ€™ve fallen in love with you all over again and I once more carry inside me a gnawing emptiness that can only be filled by your body snuggled up against mine.
At night I sometimes see the figure of a man, on an empty road in a deserted landscape, walking behind a hearse. I am that man. Itâ€™s you the hearse is carrying away. I donâ€™t want to be there for your cremation; I donâ€™t want to be given an urn with your ashes in it. I hear the voice of Kathleen Ferrier singing, â€˜Die Welt ist leer, Ich will nicht leben mehrâ€™ and I wake up. I check your breathing, my hand brushes over you.
Each of us would like not to survive the otherâ€™s death. Weâ€™ve often said to ourselves that if, by some miracle, we were to have a second life, weâ€™d like to spend it together.