I've made up my mind to visit Peter more often and, somehow, get him to talk to me.
You mustn't think I'm in love with Peter, because I'm not.
If the van Daans had had a daughter instead of a son, I'd have tried to make friends with her.
This morning I woke up just before seven and immediately remembered what I'd been dreaming about.
I was sitting on a chair and across from me was Peter... Peter Schiff.
We were looking at a book of drawings by Mary Bos. The dream was so vivid I can even remember some of the drawings.
But that wasn't all -- the dream went on. Peter's eyes suddenly met mine, and I stared for a long time into those velvety brown eyes.
Then he said very softly, “If I'd only known, I'd have come to you long ago!”
I turned abruptly away, overcome by emotion. And then I felt a soft, oh-so-cool and gentle cheek against mine, and it felt so good, so good...
At that point I woke up, still feeling his cheek against mine and his brown eyes staring deep into my heart,
so deep that he could read how much I'd loved him and how much I still do.
Again my eyes filled with tears, and I was sad because I'd lost him once more,
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