Was nice to feel loved for a while, maybe she even actually did. It's hard to tell sometimes when people are very ill, abrupt changes, seem strangely disconnected from things, mastered by internal processes, makes one feel a little unreal oneself.

I know our seeming to be in love with one another made me a lot happier with myself and things generally, was my strong impression the same went for her, sad, watching someone slip down a drain inside herself, whirling vortex, a few peeps for help & she's gone.

My youthful but lurid attraction to my kindergarten teacher contributed substantially to my strong abiding interest in mousiness, I think.