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Liege wach in der Nacht, frag mich was du gerade machst,
Was du fühlst, wies dir geht, denk mir: "Ist es schon zu spät,
Dir zu schreiben, mitzuteilen, ich würde gerne bei dir sein,
Meine Sachen zu packen und In den nächsten Bus zu steigen?".
Es sticht,
Es zerreißt mich,
Nimmt mir den Atem,
Brust voller Scherben.
So als
Läge ein Teil von
Mir hier gerade
Wund und im Sterben.
So als
Fehlte ein Teil von
Mir wieder ohne
Wiederzukehren.
Tränen der Sehnsucht
Wie sehr wünschte ich mir
Du wärest jetzt hier
Und wärest du hier
Weinte ich wohl ebenso
Tränen des Glücks
Man kennt sich seit über 20 Jahren hat aber seit mehreren Jahren nur sporadisch Kontakt. Man schreibt sich hin und wieder mal. Und dann denkt man an diese Person und der ganze Körper wird warm und es kribbelt. Man hat sofort Bilder im Kopf und möchte diese Person genießen, spüren und berühren!
Nur was soll man tun?
Das Wochenende neigt sich dem Ende. Morgen früh geht der wieder der Wecker. Wir haben am Wochenende etwas geschrieben aber leider nicht gesehen! Nur ein Bild habe ich von dir bekommen und man sieht das du ne Auszeit brauchst! Ach wie schön wäre es wenn du hier wärst! Ich denke an dich und vermisse dich total!
we were, we are we used to be two strangers, two souls wandering through a world of small towns and drunken nights same days and a questioning mind of when there will be a time of passionate lovers, red roses and thirsty kisses and here we are now 9 months later two lovers, two dreamer wandering through the same world fed up from kisses, and drunk of desire we found what we wanted yet loneliness: even lovers can't fill all the empty spaces they carry within themselves
A letter to a friend I loved...i love. I miss.
I miss u
I miss the talks we had, the loud laughter, the random references
I miss the silence between our talks
I miss how your voice changes while eating something. I miss your way of saying "mhhhm" when you're enjoying your delicious chocolate.
I miss you
I miss you as the person you are
I miss the person I am around you
I miss the person I used to be with you
I miss the friendship we had, because it's a matter of fact, that eventhough we said we would try it one last time, we both agreed to give up of what we had left, without knowing it. I miss the old days.
I miss to listen to your problems, eventhough they were a bit silly sometimes and I did not knew what to say, but they were important to you, so they were important to me, because you were important to me.
I miss the way I've never missed our friendship. I miss the way I've though about you. I miss the excitement I had, by thinking about calling you. I miss the enjoyment I had by talking to you, like to no one else. I miss the way I made you laught and I miss the way you've mad me laught so many times.
I miss the plans we made for our future,eventhough we knew they would never come true, but dreams will be dreams and we lived them in our head.
I miss not missing you.
I miss complaining and overthinking our friendship. I miss fearing of losing you, because that ment I haven't lost this yet. Cuz now it is not you I am writing, but my notebook.
I miss not thinking if i should write you, but just do. I miss our games and inside jokes. I miss Oleg . I miss Oleg a lot. I miss knowing what is going on in your life and I miss letting you know what is going on inside mine. I miss getting mad about you, for no real reason and I miss starting smiling out of nowhere, just because I thought about a funny thing you've said once.
I miss the way you saw me. I miss our conversations and how light and easy they could be. I miss, I hate not being able to write you because...that what we had is in the past and we both seem to have moved on...but still...sometimes you are the only person I want to talk to. I miss the way "sometimes " did not exist. I really miss not missing you.
I miss how you laughted about my really bad jokes. Damn they where bad. I miss falling asleep whit knowing you would still be there. I miss this friendship so badly I can't. It's true, you value things way more, when they are gone.
I hate this so much. I hate that we are kinda in touch, but don't talk at all and if we do, we don't come over some Texts and then everything is dead.
I don't know if we will ever be real friends again. I don't know how you may feel and I really want to know.
I don't know if there will ever be another person with whom I may experience a similar friendship. Well there is somebody I really love but it's not the same we had. And that's what I miss .... the friendship we left behind.
I hate trying to having to distract myself of not thinking about you, especially when it gets late and I don't know what to do. I am haunted by the ghost of you, of my old me, of the person we were and pretended to be.
I miss