Guy De Maupassant. Dear friend (№ 9772)

Dear friend, a man in love ceases to exist for me. He becomes stupid, more than that: it becomes a threat. With those who love me as a woman or pretending to be in love, I'm breaking up all relations, first, because they get bored, and secondly, because I'm afraid of them, like mad dogs, who are always ready to pounce. I question their moral quarantine as long as they do not cure. Remember that. I know perfectly well that for you love is like a hunger, but for me it is something like a spiritual connection, which does not believe men. Are you satisfied with the forms of its manifestation, and spirit is important to me.