I know that, as your disciple, I ought to feel only the admiration a child has for a teacher. Yet I cannot help wondering when these feelings first took hold of me. I toss and turn day and night, thinking of you from dusk till dawn, unable to sleep. In my dreams, I see your face and hear your voice; when I wake, I lie alone beneath a cold quilt. I have presented you with crape myrtle flowers several times, but you have not replied. So I have dared to set down my feelings in this letter. I do not know what is in your heart, Master. Can you answer the devotion I will carry for the rest of my life?
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