c to kiss t ogeto stop, oh!
Peter needs tenderness. For t time in he
first time even t pests also , and are transformed as soon as t time in o anot matter, didnt knoo this . . .
tion keeps nagging me: quot;Is it rig; Is it rigo yield so soon, for me to be so passionate, to be filled er?
Can I, a girl, alloo go t far?
t;Im longing so mucime. Im so lonely and no!”
In t normally, in ternoons too, except no in tire day, times before come ruso t is eac, after our last kiss, I feel like running ahe darkness and alone!
And s me at ttom of teen stairs? Brigs, questions and laugo act normally and notice anything.
My is still too tender to be able to recover so quickly from a s nigle Anne makes infrequent appearances, and s about to let ter sers reac of me t no one in my dream! aken urned me inside out. Doesnt everyone need a little quiet time to put to riger, from me?
and Bep. No Im going t myself, I understand s; if I o marry me, be able to marry its so o let go. Peter still oo little cer, too little oo little courage and strengtill a cionally no older ts is een? Am I really just a silly sc; Ive experienced somet no one my age ever has.
Im afraid of myself, afraid my longing is making me yield too soon. ever go riger on? Os so ernal struggle between
and mind. time and a place for bot Ive c time?
Yours, Anne
M. Frank