Letter 4.

Even when I read book I think about you. When my brain is in other world, I'm thinking still  about you. I want to write to you' hi schatz! alles klar? ich liebe dich!' but I'm afraid. I want to tell you how much I'm missing you. I close my eyes and I see your face, I look from window and I see us when we walked, I go out and I see shop with your name, I lean against the wall and I feel your touch. It's sick, it's love.
I don't know still what's happened and I don't want to know. I want to again see you.
I regret I didn't be longer there. I could be with you longer. I'm stupid.