My Love for Anne Frank

I am in love with Anne Frank. I do not just adore her writing, nor do I just appreciate her published diary that detailed the horrific times of World War II and how it is to hide away from society. I love Annie herself, for who she is. The beautiful (outside and in) young girl with an incomprehensible amount of wisdom, knowledge, wit and character. Ever since I first heard about her I was always interested in her life: My interest has grown and so too my respect, to an extent where I could never see anyone else like I see little Anne Marie.

I love her in all three different ways: Romantic, platonic and erotic.

I've hidden it for a long time although I feel as if I shouldn't. Other men and women, boys and girl complain about their loved one being far away, in another town or country... I love a girl who died untimely, in 1945 because of the repression caused by some unspeakable, irredeemable, sick people.