I haven't felt a woman's hand since katherine. I don't know what to think. I don't even know her name but i feel this crazy sense of connection with this woman. A great wave of thankfulness washed over me when i opened the note she had secretly given to me. Those three words "i love you" could have been the least expected words i have ever received. i can't make heads or tails of this situation because i just can not fathom why she would be attracted to me. Me? Winston? Knowing that there truly is a person out there who cares for me gives me desire and purpose to live. The party doesn't care about my well-being or my feeling, none of my comrades from work do. No one thinks of me in their spare time until along came the mysterious girl with the luscious, dark hair.
We met in victory square where the masses of bodies surrounded us like a cocoon. A safe cocoon where no one could see us. We touched hands and a current of what felt like electricity raced throughout my body. i Want her. she told me an intricate list of directions to a place where we can finally be alone. The anxiety is killing me. maybe this will finally be my chance for freedom.
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