Darling, as I’ve been dreaming of you lately, this is the quote that has been on my mind (Kafka’s the author; he wrote it to Milena, his lover - alas, could anyone but Kafka write such sweet a words? He is master of yearning and unfulfilled desire altogether, and transcribes his feelings onto the paper as such, and beautifully so).
«Yesterday I dreamt about you. I hardly remember the details, just that we kept on merging into one another, I was you, you were me.»