HM THEMES
Anaïs, I don’t know how to tell you what I feel. I live in perpetual expectancy. You come and the time slips away in a dream. It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence. And then it is too late. You numb me.
— Henry Miller to Anaïs Nin (via man-of-prose)
August 25th ∙ 213
tagged: quote  love letters  henry miller  anais nin 
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