Am I not a strong woman? I always knew the answer on this very question. But not in the minutes when I知 looking at you. These are not only doubts. I feel terrible confusion which is not peculiar to me. I don稚 pity myself in the least but who can tell me why now I知 not able to write at least one sensible word, at least one legible letter? If I can one day perhaps I would choose the photo of yours with the brightest eyes, with the most vivid smile, the photo which sets your heart free; And I壇 hide it into the most distant corner of my soul. In order to see you any time when I miss your look BUT in all other days it must at least seem to me that I知 a strong woman.
One exception, listen to me. If you take my hand, only carefully, very cautiously, and calm me with the help of your two-three words, I知 actually sure that this evening I shouldn稚 need the positive answer on that question. To say more, if I feel your shoulder close to mine, I知 ready to cry to the whole world that I知 not at all a strong woman.
I am just YOUR woman, and then who cares for the strength?