Bleeding From My Overies

or is me, I think of him, and when I think it freely, without distraction, for example, being alone, I close my eyes, and immediately I see him, remember his words, and I hear, that makes me sigh, and then feel a fire, a stirring ... I can not be quiet in a place it's like a torture, and torment causes an indescribable pleasure.

I also believe that once we feel love, it also affects the friendship. The teachers that I not moved, it is always the same as when I was in the convent, but what happens to me I tell Madame de Merteuil. I think the more I love the way that love Danceny and sometimes she would want him. Perhaps it is that no child is a friendship like ours, or in quand I see them together so often that it makes me fooled. Finally, the fact is that the two make me happy either, and ultimately not think there's much wrong with what I do. So for me, I want to stay forever as I am, and just the thought of my wedding I'm sorry, because if Mr. Gercourt is as I have said and I doubt not, I do not know what will become of me.

Goodbye, my Sophie, I love you always with the same tenderness.

at ..., September 4, 1917 ...