housestyrell: You will live, Papa, you’re going to live. It’s too soon, too soon to sa

housestyrell:

You will live, Papa, you’re going to live. It’s too soon, too soon to say goodbye!
Yes, Cosette, forbid me now to die, I’ll obey, I will try. On this page I write my last confession. Read it well when I, at last, am sleeping. It’s the story of one who turned from hating; a man who only learned to love when you were in his keeping.