I hadn’t thought of that before leaving, but now it bulks very large and horrible. What may not happen to you in the course of a fortnight? You may get ill, fall in love, Heaven knows what. Why aren’t you with me? Oh, why? I do want you so frightfully.
Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf dated 29 January 1927. (via violentwavesofemotion)