𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧

deux

march 1780.

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To Elizabeth Schuyler,

I had written so far when the express arrived with your dear billet under cover of one from your guardian. I cannot tell you what extacy I felt in casting my eye over the sweet effusions of tenderness it contains. My Betsey's soul speaks in every line and bids me be the happiest of mortals. I am so and will be so. You give me too many proofs of your love to allow me to doubt it and in the conviction that I possess that, I possess every thing the world can give. The good Meade had the kindness to tell me that you received my letter with apparent marks of joy and that you retired with eagerness to read it. Tis from circumstances like these we best discover the true sentiments of the heart. Yours upon every occasion testifies that it is intirely mine. But notwithstanding all I have to thank you and to love you for, I have a little quarrel with you. I will not permit you to say you do not deserve the preference I give you, you deserve all I think of you and more and let me tell you your diffidence with so many charms is an unpardonable amiableness. I am pleased with it however on one account which is that it will induce you to call your good qualities into full activity, and there is nothing I shall always delight in more than to assist you in unfolding them in their highest perfection. I have spun out this letter much longer than I intended. It is now half an hour past our time of meeting. I must bid you adieu. Adieu my charmer; take care of your self and love your Hamilton as well as he does you. God bless you

AH

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that was only a portion of the sweet letters alexander would write me, while we were not together.

i'll admit, we had only known each other for a small amount of time, but he had won me over quickly. he had a way with words, and he surely had my heart.

i had fallen deep for him, and our desire to see each other only grew stronger and stronger as we exchanged letters.

there was never a moment where i doubted my love for him, and hopefully he felt the same.

i only had one worry. my family. i am lucky enough to come from a wealthy, loving, and whole family. i had 14 other siblings, and i have 2 with my side every day.

alexander was not as lucky. his father left at a young age, and his mother and him grew ill when he was 12. alexander barely made it, his mother did not. a hurricane had destroyed his hometown in the caribbean, and he was left alone for some large number of years.

people of his hometown were so in awe of his writing talents, they passed a plate around, and worked hard enough to get him sent out to america.

and yes, he is a member of washington's staff, but still, he is still a poor man.

i will always be able to see past. i love him  for him.

i'm worried my family won't.

my family does think he is a charming young man, but we've kept a romance private.

i don't even share it with my sisters, in case of rumors spreading or mama and papa finding out in a way i don't wish for them to.

i believe he understands where i'm coming from, but i don't want him to think i'm ashamed of being with him.

i've tried my hardest to suppress my worries, but they only grow larger, as me and hamilton planned to married.

in december.

a majority of my siblings have eloped without either of my parents blessing, but i hope to get my fathers.