And you and I… it’s like we’re a pair of Eshton’s twins, bound together in some unworldly way. Sharing a spirit, we’re so alike. When we are parted, when you leave me, I believe that bond will snap and I will bleed inwardly.
I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you - especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land some broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. — Charlotte Brontë