![]() How can you comment on somebody’s life? How can you, some stranger, start writing about somebody else’s inner world – their soul? There are paragraphs in Anne’s diary that should have been hers and hers only. I was reading some words that nobody should be reading, nor comment on them. Because wonderful books usually make us, the readers, feel powerful things: hope, joy, sadness, love…įrom the first lines I felt like entering somebody’s intimacy, somebody’s thoughts. Sound a bit crazy? Well, you must’ve had at least one similar experience with a book. I was reading Anne’s story, hoping that she would beat her dark destiny. I knew that it would shake my world and yet I hoped. ![]() I knew what kind of book ‘The Diary of a Young Girl’ by Anne Frank was. Losing your virtue doesn’t matter, as long as you know that for as long as you live you’ll have someone at your side who understands you, and who doesn’t have to be shared with anyone else! You’ve shared something, given something away and received something in return, whether or not you’re married, whether or not you have a baby. Love is understanding someone, caring for him, sharing his joys and sorrows. ![]() ![]() Love, what is love? I don’t think you can really put it into words. ![]()
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