It's easier to write.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it. Dare not say that a man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.

Wrote Captain Wentworth, in a letter to Anne Elliott (Persuasion, Jane Austen)

I need to occupy myself with a new project or something. Mmmm i think i smell good tonight.