The people in the room above me have been going at it for like three days straight I swear to god
“man i am so tired” stays up for 3 more hours doing absolutely nothing
“I have told you, and I told you truly that I love you too much. You engross my thoughts too entirely to allow me to think of any thing else. You not only employ my mind all day; but you intrude upon my sleep. I meet you in every dream, and when I wake I cannot close my eyes again for ruminating on you sweetnesses [sic]. ‘Tis a pretty story indeed that I am to be thus monopolized, by a little nut-brown maid like you, and from a Statesman and a soldier metamorphosed into a puny lover.”
— Alexander Hamilton,
letter to Elizabeth Schuyler, October 5, 1780 (via okay—idiotas
To Elizabeth Hamilton
Nov  1798
I am always very happy My Dear Eliza when I can steal a few moments to sit down and write to you. You are my good genius; of that kind which the ancient Philosophers called a familiar; and you know very well that I am glad to be in every way as familiar as possible with you. I have formed a sweet project, of which I will make you my confident when I come to New York, and in which I rely that you will cooperate with me chearfully.
“You may guess and guess and guess again
Your guessing will be still in vain.”
But you will not be the less pleased when you come to understand and realize the scheme.
Adieu best of wives & best of mothers. Heaven ever bless you & me in you
From Alexander Hamilton to Elizabeth Hamilton,  November 1798
HEY HONEY, A SURPRISE! I’M BUILDING A HOUSE
“I know I have talents and a good heart, but why am I not handsome? Why have I not every acquirement that can embellish human nature? Why have I not fortune, that I might hereafter have more leisure than I shall have to cultivate those improvements for which I am not entirely unfit?”
Alexander Hamilton to Elizabeth
"I mean, I know I’m awesome…by why aren’t I AMAZING?"
“Among other causes of uneasiness, I dread lest you should imagine, I yield too easily to the barrs that keep us asunder; but if you have such an idea you ought to banish it and reproach yourself with injustice. A spirit entering into bliss, heaven opening upon all its faculties, cannot long more ardently for the enjoyment, than I do my darling Betsey, to taste the heaven that awaits me in your bosom. Is my language too strong? It is a feeble picture of my feelings - no words can tell you how much I love and how much I long - you will only know it when wrapt in each others arms we give and take those delicious caresses which love inspires and marriage sanctifies…”
— Alexander Hamilton to Elizabeth Schuyler, October 5, 1780 (via publius-report