It was good to have Bailey here this evening but I fear John was bored with our reminiscences. On the other hand he may have enjoyed it but when he left he barely touched my lips. What shall I do?
Is he mentally ill - in which case all I have to do is be patient? Or is he grown tired of me - in which case I should give him up?
I know my own mind! I know that I want him. What I do not know is how he actually feels toward me.