Arrested in my thoughts and considerations, I stick stuck in a puddle of beer, do not forward or back, while I sweat running down my back the glowing, other foreign sweat dripping from the ceiling, on my forehead hits, I cringe and wipe him.
She comes up to me. Schnurr tracks. She looked me in the eye. Directly. This piece. The ICE
of early romance demolition races toward me while I'm stuck helplessly on the track. She wants me to roll. to finish what she has done not Saturday.
Come on baby, gives me the rest blow.
I must grin.
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
"Hey. I told your friend that I want to talk briefly with you alone. They only want to appease me, but I told her then that we know each other for some time and have not seen for ages. "
" Okay? "
" Because of Saturday ... "
" Yes? "
" I'm sorry. That with the asshole. Yes, you were really drunk and I should have indeed not taken into consideration. And now I see you have a girlfriend. This is Sven? "
" Yes ... "
" You know, I've NEN friend and if I think of what I have built for this shit. This is really crap. I wanted to that at all. Hm So I will not threaten, I promise you, I'll keep it for me. Saturday ... with the "
" But? "
" I would like to see you though I do not take crooked and containers for you. You know, I want no trouble with my boyfriend. You know how this city is ... That is also the best for both of us. "
I know. But hey. What are they doing here? How absurd. As unthinkable as it was now? I was drunk, but I should still be master of my actions? She takes the blame just on, without me something to have responsibility. I think she just really afraid for their relationship. If the relationship is stable, then why is it strange?
Hmm.
"Nothing. Really. For me, everything is cool! "
" Really? "
" Yes. Forget it simple. Shit happens. "
" Thank you. At least nothing went. Mach's good, you! "
What? There is nothing wrong? Oh man.
go thither,. Way. Crap. It works out really NOTHING, or was it just a saying? What happened? I'm worried for nothing? I'm all confused. Why do I stand here? Svenja. Yes.
I push my way through the crowd outside. As she sits on the wall, all alone with the night and sipping in their beer. She looks peaceful, as if it were part of the night as if it were a painting, that I should not now destroy. But I'm so, I must tweak around to paint the world. People are like that. If love is just art that hangs on the wall and we sit for hours before and sigh? Or is it the kiss, kiss the liberating after a hot day, a stormy night in the imminent future? The kiss that we do extort fate? What kind of thoughts.
"Hey, do you?" I say and sit down with her.
She lifts her gaze towards the stars and sipping her beer. Then she lays
her head on my shoulder.
is "your call finished? "
" Yes, otherwise I would not be here. "
" Was it so important? "
" I think, hmm, well. What's important? "
" It depends on who speaks. "
" Or to the one who asks. "
" or something. Yes. Before, I was afraid of growing up. Know everything I imagined terrible. As serious and boring. I was afraid I might lose my freedom. You know, as a child as young as it is then always, one is still a girl, and much will be forgiven so easy because it is assumed that it is out of Erfahrungsnot out. But now begins to remember me, that I will gradually grow. And to answer the questions is not simple, there are new questions, more questions. And sometimes, as I have the feeling that the freedom we have when we are older, will not find an answer for everything. Not to have to answer. "
Then we sit for ten minutes as easy. I would say nothing. It is her thoughts that fill the air, it is their moment. I feel like a glass that is filled with a drop of wine that has matured over the years. I feel that your words will warm under my skin. And I hope she takes a sip of mine. This is their moment. Now it has to do it. Please.
"And what do you mean?" She asks suddenly, and at that moment, she then turns it to me and sees my face looks to me on the eyebrow and follow the temple down to the mouth remains there briefly with her views are, brooding, then moves on to the neck, my hands and then she just looks forward again.
"What I mean ... I mean, it is also freedom not to ask certain questions. to leave something open to hope and dream. The doors close, because if you know first, then you just know and some doors remain locked, no one can even think, by them go through it or leave it. "
Then again there is silence. After a small eternity
chirping bird. I look up from the asphalt in front of us, it dawns gradually. I have no idea how long we have sat here. I hear myself in an endless loop in my head, my last words to say again.
"I should go home now, Torben." She says and stands on.
suppressed in getting me a kiss on the cheek. A warm kiss. A volatile.
In her eyes I read the things I think. The fact that we were just something older. I begin to fear that through the thin ice on which we rode, threatening to break through, such as two, know too much about life, to dance on clouds .. Maybe we were just too deep now. Too deep for a carefree summer. Maybe we need the questions and answers. Maybe. Shit. I'm beginning to think about how little girls on an Internet platform for mediocrity. This is not the color that I wear.
I have no idea.
"Make it good, Meis small man," she says, waving to me and then she goes into the rising sun. Alone.
I stay a while longer sit and sigh deeply into me. There, how my words. My thoughts. Emotional chaos
Then I go home.
start More and more birds to chirp. On the street I encounter couples embraced, the hole up in their beds now. How many of them are probably happy? How many of them are probably happy?
drunken bum staggering songs by bawling. Sing like this, that love is a big bitch. The first bus heralds the awakening of the everyday.
It comes, as it must. Sometimes you walk around for days as if the world given you a free flight to the land of love and suddenly you feel like you lost your ticket.
The other girl had a boyfriend and so I was wondering why she is cheating on him. I think something does not do it, if you're happy and they wanted to signal me that she was actually happy. Or?. But what I do myself? Sven has Tom. Can I just keep denying it? Can they? Sven is happy with Tom?
has deceived the girl her boyfriend when Garnich ran between us? If an accident is fraud? Am I an accident? What does Sven? What do I want?
What do I want?
I have no idea. Maybe I überinterpetiere around, do me too many worries. I need to talk tomorrow with Anja. Tomorrow when I'm sober. This is the last thought, I can take. can be clear. Then I fall into my bed and fall asleep.
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