I Want To Be A

Perhaps He Wanted To Be Alone With Dr. G., Who Was Here, But He Should Have Let Me Know. At Hoffmann's I Felt I Was Sitting On Hot Coals, Expecting Him To Arrive Every Moment.

There Is Only One Thing I Want. I Would Like To Be Seriously Ill, And To Hear Nothing More About Him For At Least A Week. Why Doesn't Something Happen To Me? Why Do I Have To Go Through All This? If Only I Had Never Set Eyes On Him!

I Have Now Reached The Happy Age Of 23. No, Happy Is Not Quite The Right Word. At This Particular Moment I Am Certainly Not Happy.

I Am So Infinitely Happy That He Loves Me So Much, And I Pray That It Will Always Be Like This. It Won't Be My Fault If He Ever Stops Loving Me.

I Am Racking My Brains To Find Out Why He Left Without Saying Goodby To Me.