If only I had someone who took my feelings seriously. Alas, I haven't yet found that person, so the search must go on.
I know you're wondering about Peter, aren't you, Kit? It's true, Peter loves me, not as a girlfriend, but as a friend.
His affection grows day by day, but some mysterious force is holding us back, and I don't know what it is.
Sometimes I think my terrible longing for him was overexaggerated.
But that's not true, because if I'm unable to go to his room for a day or two, I long for him as desperately as I ever did.
Peter is kind and good, and yet I can't deny that he's disappointed me in many ways.
I especially don't care for his dislike of religion, his table conversations and various things of that nature.
Still, I'm firmly convinced that we'll stick to our agreement never to quarrel.
Peter is peace-loving, tolerant and extremely easygoing. He lets me say a lot of things to him that he'd never accept from his mother.
He's making a determined effort to remove the blots from his copybook and keep his affairs in order.
Yet why does he hide his innermost self and never allow me access?
Of course, he's much more closed than I am, but I know from experience
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