“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still.
No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me.
I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy.
Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.
And you weren't having any of those.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath