My dear,
I am the last being on Earth.
I’ve roamed through grocery stores alone and cooked meals in silence. I’ve strolled through desolate parks and listened to the deafening quietness of the trees. I’ve walked down empty streets at night, and the moon shone on me, and me alone.
I am the last being on Earth.
… Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.
Falsely yours,
Alphonse Marie Louis de Prat de Lamartine