Please, my dear, be so generous as to let me have a little world of my own. If you find me scrawling on a piece of paper, please don't peep over my shoulders. It may be that I'm venting some pent-up feelings, long dennied expression, or trying to compose a little poem not yet presentable for a time being, or attempting to sketch out something visualized 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 dictates. 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 scattered 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 bosom 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 solitary 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 yearn 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 "lone ranger". 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.