Yes, I am glad you miss me, even if it is ‘damned unpleasant’. I thought from your first letter than you didn’t miss me at all, and was sad about it. Now I am all pleased again. Selfish, isn’t one? But I go through it too, you know,—this missing you, and wanting you,—so that I know exactly how damned unpleasant it is, and probably even better than you do.

Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf dated 23 February 1927 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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