My Dear Madeleine

December 4th

Madeleine wrote to me back today. My brother had business with her father and she gave it to him then. It reads;

"My kind Adélaïde, I am so sorry. I can't imagine that. My soul aches for you, dear. You are so sweet, and you do not deserve such sadness. Please see me when you can, I miss you. Perhaps I could convince your parents to let you be unmarried. I don't know Adé. -Madeleine."

I never dared mention this before, diary, but Madeleine and I's relationship has seemed to grow. We are so close now, it is almost as if she is my husband. If only women could be romantically involved. I think that would be great. Oh I am sorry, diary. I know that my feelings are wrong, I do. I would never tell anyone how I feel, I am not crazy. I have never confessed my feelings to Madeleine either, but I think she could feel the same way. Ah, it's all the same. We would not be allowed to be together, like that, anyways. Not to mention the Church either.

I am too tired to write anymore. My energy has been drained from the tears that I shed while reading my dear Madeleine's letter. Oh, I miss her more than I could even describe.