and I'm longing -- really longing -- for everything: conversation, freedom, friends, being alone.
I long... to cry! I feel as if I were about to explode. I know crying would help, but I can't cry.
I'm restless. I walk from one room to another, breathe through the crack in the window frame,
feel my heart beating as if to say, “Fulfill my longing at last...”
I think spring is inside me. I feel spring awakening, I feel it in my entire body and soul.
I have to force myself to act normally. I'm in a state of utter confusion, don't know what to read, what to write, what to do.
I only know that I'm longing for something... Yours, Anne
MONDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 1944
Dearest Kitty, A lot has changed for me since Saturday. What's happened is this:
I was longing for something (and still am), but... a small, a very small, part of the problem has been resolved.
On Sunday morning I noticed, to my great joy (I'll be honest with you), that Peter kept looking at me.
Not in the usual way. I don't know, I can't explain it, but I suddenly had the feeling he wasn't as in love with Margot as I used to think.
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