Esta vez no escribiré cartas cada día ni textos infinitos con la esperanza de que los leas algún día.
Sólo diré que lo siento, que te extrañaré mucho más de lo que crees y que nunca voy a olvidarte.
Y esperaré que de alguna manera eso sea suficiente.

Anaïs y yo

“I carry about rich, heavy letters from Henry. Avalanches. I have tacked up on the walls of my writing room two big sheets covered with words which he gave me, and a panorama of his life, with lists of friends, mistresses, unwritten novels, written novels, places he has been to, and those he wants to visit. It is covered with notes for future novels.”

Pasaje de: Nin, Anais. “Diary of Anais Nin, Volume 1.” Houghton Mifflin Harcourt.