Just read a letter from an unknown woman from Zweig

Very moving, reminding one of their childhood obsessions (can be a person or something else). In some old post people questioned why the woman would be so devoted to one person she barely knew. I think it's because her obsession is not just about the man, but also about herself: as long as the love as untainted, she would always be a devoted loving woman; but if she betrays the love, then her past life would become a trivial story of a lost girl...