" All these soft, warm nights going to waste when I ought to be lying in your arms under the moon - the dearest arms in all the world - darling arms that I love to feel around me - How much longer - before they’ll be there to stay? When I do get home again, you’ll certainly have a most awful time ever moving me one inch from you. "

― F. Scott Fitzgerald , Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda: The Love Letters of F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald