But you're always a help to me!" he said."How?" I asked, greatly surprised."By being cheerful.

I love you, with a love so great that it simply couldn't keep growing inside my heart, but had to leap out and reveal itself in all its magnitude.

I'm sentimental--I know. I'm desperate and silly--I know that too. Oh, help me!

Peter Wessel and Peter Van Daan have grown into one Peter, who is beloved and good, and for whom I long desperately.

I think spring is inside me. I feel spring awakening, I feel it in my entire body and soul. I have to force myself to act normally. I'm in a state of utter confusion, don't know what to read, what to write, what to do. I only know that I'm longing for something...

Work, love, courage and hope,Make me good and help me cope!

Love, what is love?

It is becoming a bad dream-- in the daytime as well as at night. I see him nearly all the time and can't get at him, I mustn't show anything, must remain gay while I'm really in despair.

but i've slammed the door to my inner self; if he ever wants to force the lock again, he'll have to use a harder crowbar!