You have become so vital a part of me that
I’m completely upside down, if that means anything.
I don’t know what I write – only that I love you,
that I must have you exclusively, fiercely, possessively.
You come and you make me sick with desire, with a desire to possess you,
to have you around me always, talking to me naturally,
moving about as if you were a part of me.
// Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin