May,I miss your passionatelyappealing gazings and soul—communicating glances which once so overwhelmed and ingratiated me.Suppose I die suddenly tomorrow morning.Suppose I change my heart and love somebody else,what then would you feel and what would you do?These are very cruel supposition.I know,but all the same I can′t help making them,such being the lover′s psychology.
Do you know what would I have done if in my coming back,I should have found my love no longer mine!Try and imagine the situation and tell me what you think.
日记已经第六天了,我写上了一二十页,不管写的是什么,你一个字都还没有出世哪!但我却不怪你,因为你真是贵忙;我自己就负你空忙大部分的责。但我盼望你及早开始你的日记,纪念我们同玩厂甸那一个蜜甜的早上。我上面一大段问你的话,确是我每天郁在心里的一点意思,眉,你不该答复我一两个字吗?眉,我写日记的时候我的意绪益发蚕丝似的绕着你;我笔下多写一个“眉”字,我口里低呼一声我的爱,我的心为你多跳了一下。你从前给我写的时候也是同样的情形我知道,因此我益发盼望你继续你的日记,也使我多得一点欢喜,多添几分安慰。
我想去买一只玲珑坚实的小箱,存你我这几月来交换的信件,算是我们定情的一个纪念,你意思怎样?
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