He Has So Often Told Me He

I Am Racking My Brains To Find Out Why He Left Without Saying Goodby To Me.

I Sat With Him For Three Hours And We Did Not Exchange A Single Word. At The End He Handed Me, As He Had Done Before, An Envelope With Money In It. It Would Have Been Much Nicer If He Had Enclosed A Greeting Or A Loving Word. I Would Have Been So Pleased If He Had.

He Has So Often Told Me He Is Madly In Love With Me, But What Does That Mean When I Haven't Had A Good Word From Him In Three Months?

I Have Now Reached The Happy Age Of 23. No, Happy Is Not Quite The Right Word. At This Particular Moment I Am Certainly Not Happy.

If I Had A Dog I Would Not Feel So Lonely, But I Suppose That Is Asking For Too Much.