I forgot how your voice sounded when you layed your head on my legs and closed your eyes, escaping your reality.

If you would beg for me to come back, I would.
If you would text me and pretend like nothing happened, I would start over with you.
If you would give me another chance, I wouldn't hestitate to take it.
If there was the slightest chance to get you back, I would fight until I die from distress.

The truth is that I still think you're the most perfect human being and I'm the one who made mistakes.

I'll stop being afraid. The fear will stop.

I miss how close you always were. I miss how I could call you and could come over at any time. I miss the safety always given by your hugs.

After all this time, after all these fights and after all these other guys,
it's still you who takes my breath away

What the fuck

I feel close to you when I'm at this place

You don't hate me anymore.

"Ich fragte mich panisch, wie ich diesen Verlust bewältigen konnte. Ja, wie sollte ich den Verlust des Sommers bewältigen? Wie sollte ich die Vorstellung ertragen können, dass all diese Erinnerungen auch Erinnerungen blieben, nicht wiederbelebt werden konnten, wie sollte ich jemals ohne Wehmut und Melancholie an sie denken können?" -Bettina Belitz 'Dornenkuss'