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Is it just me, or am I nearly becoming the Ma'am'selle Christine Daae?
No, I'm not. I am colder than she was. More bitter. But equally worried. Troubled, about what I don't even know at the moment, because I know Ste and I love each other. And yet... And yet.... Am I going insane? To my parents, I might be. To my beloved? Does he think I'm going mad? I don't know. Maybe if no one would treat me as though I've lost my mind, I wouldn't be losing it. Is this merely a cry for comfort, a cry for Stephen to return to me? It better be.
Meanwhile, I think I have devised a way to cope until Christmas. On the day my beloved visited the states from England, I recall wanting the day to stretch on and on for almost forever, because the excitement and anticipation was so good, so blissful, I wanted it to last. Would these months be more bearable if I pretended the remaining time were one long day?
No, I'm not. I am colder than she was. More bitter. But equally worried. Troubled, about what I don't even know at the moment, because I know Ste and I love each other. And yet... And yet.... Am I going insane? To my parents, I might be. To my beloved? Does he think I'm going mad? I don't know. Maybe if no one would treat me as though I've lost my mind, I wouldn't be losing it. Is this merely a cry for comfort, a cry for Stephen to return to me? It better be.
Meanwhile, I think I have devised a way to cope until Christmas. On the day my beloved visited the states from England, I recall wanting the day to stretch on and on for almost forever, because the excitement and anticipation was so good, so blissful, I wanted it to last. Would these months be more bearable if I pretended the remaining time were one long day?