sylvia & valentine
"Sylvia is writing a poem, I think - judging by the sharply indrawn breath, and her endless cigarettes. She is curled up on the chair next to her writing table, elbows on the table, and one leg curled under her small buttocks. Her hair looks very black against her pretty pink coat. How narrow her hands are - How deeply I love her. My eyes constantly stray from this page, across to her. How much, and how completely I love her."