had i been a good pet? i think that is what i am most concerned about. even though i'd done right, i feel like crying. i feel sorry for being afraid of being sorry. it is okay, i think. to be his student and his daughter. he nurtures my limbs so that i will learn and he can enjoy. i am so eager, and it is like stars, but i am afraid, afraid of being afraid of being sorry. it is all that i imagine beside him, or under. then i realize his hands are a remedy to my body and his companionship to my mind. of these three, i want him. of them all, he chose himself. i am afraid of how soon this will destroy me, and i am sorry and will be sorry then.
for that, i am so sorry.
