I won’t call you darling. And I’m not being cute tonight. I wanted to tell you how you are beginning to be the one I can talk to. I have always talked: sometimes to A, sometimes to B , sometimes to myself. More often to myself. But suddenly, with the need to take a concrete human being for a confidante, I build my framework of a world around you. I don’t write this to you, because it is not time. I may never tell you, and, in years, I may not need to, because you might become part of my life…physically and mentally.. and there would be no need to verbalize, because you would understand.
— Sylvia Plath (via freecanibal)