During a visit to the British Library a few years ago, I came across a short note from Oscar Wilde to his wife, Constance. It is actually a sweet little prose poem on the nature of love. Later, I was surprised to see that the note is not included in the Complete Letters. So I set off to figure out what it was that I had found, when it was written, and what it might mean.
The result is an essay available at The World and I.