unwillkommen @ 2007-01-18T21: 23:00
Oh my God. How I hate that feeling. A thousand thoughts that buzz through the mind and all want to write one and then another discard. The way I've been doing all the time. This may now have the 4th His early and then I could delete it. And the more I write, the less it likes me.
I slowly strolling around the streets to avoid their hands in their pockets to the wind that blows me directly in the face. Now and then one turns to the environment by the view from the ground takes and a passing car, count it looks at exactly the question arises whether the car would probably look better in a different color or how well the person behind the wheel looks like. After the car is then bent at the next intersection, turn right and therefore out of sight, I stare long enough, towards the crossroads, until I realized that the red car is straight, long since out of sight.
Alarmed by a stammer my music I rumschleppe day with me, I notice the first ever that she is my only entertainment, I do not even give respect. "Why did you ever fall in love with me, "she sings, the lady in my ear. And fade away my thoughts, watch my surroundings and not to sink in the ocean of my thoughts.
With the beautiful verb" connecting to fall in love "so much, and I currently but only one -. namely to you is my everything, which would be the paradox in "so much and yet only one" would also have dissolved already inspired by all the songs that I perceive now, my thoughts run so far and. land but always with the same starting point -. with her She manages to conjure a smile on my lips without even be present without showing me that they also just think of me softly I sing with songs. match my mood, my mood that can only rise further, and me especially remind . Although the sums satisfies the desire of the whole world entgegenzuschreien how happy she makes me, but not the longing for her.
I wish so much that she knew that I now think of her and she told me so much herwünsche that they too felt it.
I reach into my right pocket to grab my phone, but instead I find only an empty gum paper. I'm starting to smile, to see that the wind does not continue with it, it stuck so fast as possible.
in the left pocket, I then my phone and write to her this SMS: I love you!
- ungestillte.sehnsucht -
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