“I would never leave. even when things got hard. I have endless forgiveness, understanding, and patience for you. I always will. And endless love to go along with all of that. I wish I could tell you this. I love you. I miss you dearly.”
“It’s clear that I’m absolutely exiled from society and I’ve just confirmed that this isn’t a meaningless expression. I simply have nothing to say to them, we have nothing in common. But I’m the one who understands, I’m the one who knows. That is so hard to say. But I also don’t wish to talk. To anybody. I want to see clearly into myself.”
Alejandra Pizarnik (1936-1972) in a letter to her psychoanalyst, León Ostrov (likely sent between July and August 1961)
