Please, my dear, be so generous as to let me have a little world of my own. If you find me scrawling1 on a piece of paper, please don't peep over my shoulders. It may be that I'm venting2 some pent-up feelings, long dennied expression, or trying to compose a little poem not yet presentable for a time being, or attempting to sketch3 out something visualized4 fron mychildhood memories which glowsing my minf like a rainbow. When I am in such a mood,Please leave me along and let me write as the pen dictates5. Don't disturb me, my dear, when I get nostalgic over some old photos or letters which bring tears to my eyes or smiles on my lips, for those were things that had happened to me before I met you, the joys and sorrows, partings and reunions that taste like green olive or glitter like scattered6 pearls. They are my cherished memories which, ready as I am to share with you, I would like to indulge in by myself for a while.
I hope you won't mind when I go without you for a nice chat with a close friend of mine. You are my bosom7 friend, but you cannot take the place of other friends any more than they can do yours. I need their care, encouragement and sobering criticism just as I do yours. A starless sky with a solitary8 moon would be dull and cheerless, why not let there be a moonlit night resplendent with twinkling stars.
I may occasionally want to make a tour of faraway places. Please don't hold me back when I start picking for it. You are the center of my life, but certainly not the whole of it. I yearn9 to see the mysteries and wonders of the world miles away beyond the mountains; So let me have a chance to explore my Alice's Wonderland as a lone10 ranger11. Some time later when I come back to you with exotic experiences and fresh insights, I'm sure you will look at me in a new light.
My dear, so long as you let me have such a little, little world, I'll be very much indebted to you.
