I saw his face so clearly; I knew for certain that no one but Peter could have stuck in my mind that way.
I've been in an utter state of confusion today. When Father kissed me this morning, I wanted to shout, “Oh, if only you were Peter!”
I've been thinking of him constantly, and all day long I've been repeating to myself, “Oh, Petel, my darling, darling Petel...”
Where can I find help? I simply have to go on living and praying to God that, if we ever get out of here,
Peter's path will cross mine and he'll gaze into my eyes, read the love in them and say, “Oh, Anne, if I'd only known, I'd have come to you long ago.”
Once when Father and I were talking about sex, he said I was too young to understand that kind of desire.
But I thought I did understand it, and now I'm sure I do.
Nothing is as dear to me now as my darling Petel! I saw my face in the mirror, and it looked so different.
My eyes were clear and deep, my cheeks were rosy, which they hadn't been in weeks, my mouth was much softer.
I looked happy, and yet there was something so sad in my expression that the smile immediately faded from my lips.
I'm not happy, since I know Petel's not thinking of me,
and yet I can still feel his beautiful eyes gazing at me and his cool, soft cheek against mine...
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