love letters

"Tell me everything; when you'll be out again, where you'll be at Christmas and that you think of me and love me, I don't want you for a day (though I'd sell my toes to see you now my dear,  only for a minute, to kiss you once and make a funny face at you): a day is the length of a gnat's life: I want you for the lifetime of a big, mad animal, like an elephant."

 
"I lost you in the morning. I don't want to write words, words, words to you; I must see you and hear you; it's hell writing to you now . . . you are really my flesh and blood Caitlin whom I love more than anyone has loved anyone else. It's nonsense me living without you, you without me: the world is very unbalanced unless in the very centre of it we stand together all the time in a hairy, golden, more-or-less unintelligible haze of daftness."