I Have Now Reached The Happy Age

There Is Only One Thing I Want. I Would Like To Be Seriously Ill, And To Hear Nothing More About Him For At Least A Week. Why Doesn't Something Happen To Me? Why Do I Have To Go Through All This? If Only I Had Never Set Eyes On Him!

I Am So Infinitely Happy That He Loves Me So Much, And I Pray That It Will Always Be Like This. It Won't Be My Fault If He Ever Stops Loving Me.

God, I Am Afraid He Won't Give Me His Answer Today. If Only Somebody Would Help Me - It Is All So Terribly Depressing.

When He Says He Loves Me, It Only Means He Loves Me At That Particular Instant. Like His Promises, Which He Never Keeps. Why Does He Torment Me Like This, When He Could Finish It Off At Once?

Perhaps He Wanted To Be Alone With Dr. G., Who Was Here, But He Should Have Let Me Know. At Hoffmann's I Felt I Was Sitting On Hot Coals, Expecting Him To Arrive Every Moment.