A welcomed letter

I was waiting rather impatiently for the answer of the liberal party.
It seemed they would keep me waiting for quite a while: They weren't in a hurry to respond to my application.
Instead, got a message from my cousin.

Had the leader of the party himself wrote to me personally, I could not have been happier. My Piroska did not forget about me completely!
It was just as short as her latest letter, shorter than our usual correspondence.

Dearest Mina,
I hope you are well.
I have hard days here, studying for my exams. Mónika is okay, too, she sends her regards. Hopefully we'll meet soon; although we'll go home only for a short holiday. We have to come back soon, as we have lots of studies for next year, especially Mónika. Jason will be with me over the summer.
I can't wait to have some rest. Mónika and me are both exhausted; we'll have a bit of rest at home in July. Please visit us anytime while we'll be there.
Yours,
Piroska

I smiled sadly.
During the previous summers, the two girls could not wait to spend some time at home. This time, however, they were eager to go back. I had a certain dark suspicion that Piroska was going to run back indeed, but not because of her studies but to be with Jason.

As in my latest letter I did warn her not to do any stupid and to be very, very sensible, she hardly had the courage to mention the boy's name. Then again, somehow the entire - curt - letter seemed as though it was written about him only.

I really could not understand why did my friends and cousins long for a relationship. As though it was something fine! Well, I happened to know from experience that it was not. I had tried it, so I certainly would had noticed had it been that enjoyable!

I leant back in my comfortable chair sourly.
Of course, with the rational part of my mind, I knew that it was the way of the world.
Piroska was twenty-one years old, a cheerful and lively person, so full of life, with her twinkling eyes, beautiful face and athletic figure. Despite of our similar looks (our features look quite similar, yet hers are more beautiful than mine, and she, unlike me, has a womanish form), we have completely different personalities. I have always been a loner, whilst she has been sociable and loved by everyone.
Of course it could not be an option for her to be the best friend and paypal of her weird cousin, who, although we were at the same age, was moody and inflexible enough to be her old spinster aunt.
Several acquaintance of mine suggested even I should contact people, young people at my age, not only my grandma and her friends, for my own sake. Which advice I never took.

I felt too old and bitter even to understand Piroska's enthusiasm when it comes to men or "love". However, naturally she needed other companions like me. And, as time goes by, a partner, too, because that is how life should be. I knew that.

Yet, I was almost weeping as I knew I would miss my lovely little friend very, very much.