Yes, I was infatuated with you; I am still. No one has every heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand to be a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give up my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.

From the Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (July 1950-1953)