And suddenly here you are, not created by me, born to respond to my least stirring with every fiber of your being. That you are fiercely mine yet not created by me — this defines my feeling.
Boris Pasternak in a letter to Marina Tsvetaeva
And suddenly here you are, not created by me, born to respond to my least stirring with every fiber of your being. That you are fiercely mine yet not created by me — this defines my feeling.