I am lost without you – that’s true. I know it’s only for a short time, but I can’t adjust myself to it. (…) I have been wondering how I could go to the Tyrol, near you, even if I didn’t see you – or yes, maybe see you while you were out walking – from behind a rock or a tree. (…) Anaïs, it only required that you go away to make me realize the full measure of my love for you.
Henry Miller to Anaïs Nin, in: A Literate Passion. Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller 1932-1953.