According to the New York Times, soon you will be able to feast your eyes on the famous diarist's "one true love," Peter Schiff. Frank first confessed her crush when she was 11, he 13. "I'm such an idiot," she wrote on January 7, 1944. "I forgot that I haven't yet told you the story of my one true love. I can still see us walking hand in hand through our neighborhood." She died a year later.
Recently a childhood friend of Peter's, Ernest Michaelis, now 81, who had visited the Anne Frank museum in Amsterdam with his grandchildren, realized he had a childhood photo of himself with Anne's dreamboat and kindly offered it up. While that's an amazing find 48 years later, what's maybe even more amazing now, when you can Google-stalk just about anybody, is how rare it is to have "one who got away''.
I can't help but wonder what would have happened if Anne had come of age in the era of Facebook, and there in the attic, "friended" Peter long before they both met with unconscionable fates. Would bookish Anne have beat his butt at Scrabulous? Would puppy love have blossomed? Or would she be remembered for her diary at all?