I wept because i loved the streets that took me away from Henry and would lead me back to him
I wept because the process by which i had become a woman was painful
I wept because from now on i would weep less
I wept because i had lost my pain and i was not yet accustomed to its absence.
---- Anaïs Nin in Henry & June
Everything begins so innocently with a deep instinct.
The abnormal pleasure deliciously aches, when this fierce little beauty bursts into love with such an illusion
so unreal, so naked, so perverse.
This kind of enigmatic passion strikes me, reminding me of the wildest moment i fell in love with you, too good to be true.
That's why I could read her,when she murmured,softly :" your eyes made me shy."
Yes, quiet insanity, demon things
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