Oh, it's so terribly hard not to talk to Peter about these things, but I know I have to let him begin;
it's so hard to act during the daytime as if everything I've said and done in my dreams had never taken place!
Kitty, Anne is crazy, but then these are crazy times and even crazier circumstances.
The nicest part is being able to write down all my thoughts and feelings; otherwise, I'd absolutely suffocate.
I wonder what Peter thinks about all these things? I keep thinking I'll be able to talk to him about them one day.
He must have guessed something about the inner me, since he couldn't possibly love the outer Anne he's known so far!
How could someone like Peter, who loves peace and quiet, possibly stand my bustle and noise?
Will he be the first and only person to see what's beneath my granite mask? Will it take him long?
Isn't there some old saying about love being akin to pity?
Isn't that what's happening here as well? Because I often pity him as much as I do myself!
I honestly don't know how to begin, I really don't, so how can I expect Peter to when talking is so much harder for him?
If only I could write to him, then at least he'd know what I was trying to say, since it's so hard to say it out loud! Yours, Anne M. Frank
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