Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.
Etikett: him with a capital h
Shall you kiss me tomorrow? Yes, yes, yes. I cannot bear being without you.
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell written c. August 1908
“You are gone.
I hibernated under the covers last night, not sleeping until dawn…You are gone.”— Anne Sexton, from “Eighteen Days Without You” (December 1st) in The Complete Poems
“I have wrung my hands and cried over no love all winter long.”
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Anne Sexton – from a letter to James Dickey featured in Anne Sexton: A Biography
I could say nothing although I wanted desperately to take you in my arms.
Iris Murdoch, from a letter to Raymond Queneau wr. c. August 1952
Sometimes I dream that you are mine, all mine,
Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems; “My Beloved,”
just tell me i never really mattered anyway
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