Billet doux – noun /bil-ay-DOO/ – A French word meaning a love letter.
“The only sadness is the living without you, without hearing the notes of your voice with its particular intimacies of inflection.” – Scott Fitzgerald to Zelda Fitzgerald, 1934.
“Goofy, my darling, hasn’t it been a lovely day? I woke up this morning and the sun was lying like a birthday parcel on my table so I opened it up and so many happy things went fluttering into the air; love to Doo-do and the remembered feel of our skins cool against each other in other mornings like a school mistress.” – Zelda Fitzgerald to Scott Fitzgerald, 1930.
I’m particularly in love with their love letters to each other. Much of the attention on their relationship has focused on the negative and erratic side, dwelling on Scott’s battle with alcoholism along with the highs and lows of his literary career and Zelda’s mental breakdown years later. But these letters show their devotion to each other are hauntingly romantic and passionate. Well-written love letters, for me, are the bomb.
It is evident in this particular letter, written just before their marriage, the extent of their devotion to each other.