I've fought hard against breaking - but tears just rise and roll down my face, uncontrollable.
Instead of being gloriously free life seems aimless and empty. I love him. I can't help myself.
I've had my first date. Whitey (Henry White) took me out to "The House" along with Alice and Ed and for a couple of hours I did not shed a tear.
I guess I'm an awful weakling about it.
My last beautiful dream and hope is smashed. If only I could forget but at every turn there is a reminder of beautiful days of romance.