A Letter
Abstract
Dear Margitt, I know you find it a little peculiar that I am writting to you in the summer vacation. Well, there are two reasons: First, I love you, although I do not think that you know. I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I dream about you in school, although I can see you sitting at the first desk. I dream about taking your hand and about stroking your hair. Till now I have not dared to dream about kissing you. Even the dream about it would be too intense for me.