Letters on the West Indies (1818)

I once thought I was in love. I left the country, fell in love with a gorgeous man and ended up with a relationship that lasted for years, even after I returned to the United States. The first problem: he was my professor. The second problem: we spoke different languages. The third: we lived in two different countries. And: we fought a lot. Yet, there was what I still call loveatender moments, honesty, trust, loyalty, and caring. We traveled a lot and shared new experiences, but we took turns betraying each other. The good times were great. The bad times were horrible. And, worst of all, I still donat know if this story has actually reached its final chaptera].