THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
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P.S. Thoughts: To Peter.<br />
We've been missing out on so much here, so very much, and for such a long time. I<br />
miss it just as much as you do. I'm not talking about external things, since we're<br />
well provided for in that sense; I mean the internal things. Like you, I long for<br />
freedom and fresh air, but I think we've been amply compensated for their loss. On<br />
the inside, I mean.<br />
This morning, when I was sitting in front of the window and taking a long, deep<br />
look outside at God and nature, I was happy, just plain happy. Peter, as long as<br />
people feel that kind of happiness within themselves, the joy of nature, health<br />
and much more besides, they'll always be able to recapture that happiness.<br />
Riches, prestige, everything can be lost. But the happiness in your own heart can<br />
only be dimmed; it will always be there, as long as you live, to make you happy<br />
again.<br />
Whenever you're feeling lonely or sad, try going to the loft on a beautiful day<br />
and looking outside. Not at the houses and the rooftops, but at the sky. As long<br />
as you can look fearlessly at the sky, you'll know that you're pure within and<br />
will find happiness once more.<br />
SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 1944<br />
My dearest Kitty,<br />
From early in the morning to late at night, all I do is think about Peter. I fall<br />
asleep with his image before my eyes, dream about him and wake up with him still<br />
looking at me.<br />
I have the strong feeling that Peter and I aren't really as different as we may<br />
seem on the surface, and I'll explain why: neither Peter nor I have a mother. His<br />
is too superficial, likes to flirt and doesn't concern herself much with what goes<br />
on in his head. Mine takes an active interest in my life, but has no tact,<br />
sensitivity or motherly understanding.<br />
Both Peter and I are struggling with our innermost feelings. We're still unsure of<br />
ourselves and are too vulnerable, emotionally, to be dealt with so roughly.<br />
Whenever that happens, I want to run outside or hide my feelings. Instead, I bang<br />
the pots and pans, splash the water and am generally noisy, so that everyone<br />
wishes I were miles away. Peter's reaction is to shut himself up, say little, sit<br />
quietly and daydream, all the while carefully hiding his true self.<br />
But how and when will we finally reach each other?<br />
I don't know how much longer I can continue to keep this yearning under control.<br />
Yours, Anne M. Frank<br />
MONDAY, FEBRUARY 28, 1944<br />
My dearest Kitty,<br />
It's like a nightmare, one that goes on long after I'm awake. I see him nearly<br />
every hour of the day and yet I can't be with him, I can't let the others notice,<br />
and I have to pretend to be cheerful, though my heart is aching.<br />
Peter Schiff and Peter van Daan have melted into one Peter, who's good and kind