Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, A New Leaf

I have to say to you that I hate it without you. I have to say to you that I love you in life and after death, and that even though I drink I am good. I am not drinking much. I am too lonely even for that.

Dylan Thomas, from a letter to Caitlin Thomas written c. December 1943