I’m still torn with guilt about the mean letter I wrote him when I was so upset.
Oh, it’s hard to be strong and brave in every way! Still, this hasn’t been my greatest disappointment.
No, I think about Peter much more than I do Father. I know very well that he was my conquest, and not the other way around.
I created an image of him in my mind, pictured him as a quiet, sweet, sensitive boy badly in need of friendship and love!
I needed to pour out my heart to a living person. I wanted a friend who would help me find my way again.
I accomplished what I set out to do and drew him, slowly but surely, toward me.
When I finally got him to be my friend, it automatically developed into an intimacy that, when I think about it now, seems outrageous.
We talked about the most private things, but we haven’t yet touched upon the things closest to my heart.
I still can’t make head or tail of Peter. Is he superficial, or is it shyness that holds him back, even with me?
But putting all that aside, I made one mistake: I used intimacy to get closer to him, and in doing so, I ruled out other forms of friendship.
He longs to be loved, and I can see he’s beginning to like me more with each passing day.
Our time together leaves him feeling satisfied, but just makes me want to start all over again.
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