"I’ve just stopped talking to you. It seems so strange. It’s perfectly peaceful here - they’re playing bowls - I’d just put flowers in your room. And there you sit with the bombs falling around you. What can one say - except that I love you and I’ve got to live through this strange quiet evening thinking of you sitting there alone. Dearest - let me have a line…You have given me such happiness…"
Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Vita Sackville-West, dated 30 August 1940. (via seabois)