There, I’ve written you a love-letter, my God, what have I done! Alyosha, don’t despise me, and if I’ve done something wicked and have hurt you, forgive me. The secret that could ruin my reputation for ever is in your hands.
I will certainly cry today. Au revoir. I simply dread the thought of meeting you.” —The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky (via evangelicals)