He Has So Often Told Me He

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

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.

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

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.

I Want To Be A Pretty Corpse.