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My Broken Heart
Última atualização : 2020-10-13
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How does it feel to live with a broken heart? Surrounded by hatred, deception and lies. Will you be able to survive the harships of love or will you somply give up? How long can a person keep living at the edge? ...... When he laughed it was like a sunrise, and inside of me warm summer rain fell on my battered soul. He was good for me, good for my soul, and I almost lost myself in the thought that he could be the same with me. At some point I had even given up on my resolution not to take it to my apartment. If he did know where I lived, it wouldn't make a difference. He was probably used to women reacting to him in this way, and he would probably be very attractive to most people. People like him, handsome and well-balanced, appeared personable and trustworthy. "Here it is." I pointed to the brick building in front of us and was sad. So that would be the end of our night together. It's a shame that I lived so close to the old town and the many pubs. “This is really close to me. I live two streets away. " He gave me the address and I swallowed. Not more than three minutes from me. So maybe there was even a chance to run into him again at some point. “That was a pretty special evening. Thanks for that." I didn't know what else to say in such a situation, how to end an evening like this properly.
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However, the photographer was really nice, he kept trying to cheer me up, and in the end I actually laughed a couple of times. Not all were like that, after all, it was time and money, and I had thanked him several times for his patience.He hadn't asked me why I was so depressed, but I suspected he had a clue too. Again and again he had told me that I would do my job well, that was also a rarity, and after all, he wasn't paid for compliments.The couch and I melted into a homogeneous mass, and shortly afterwards I fell asleep. No wonder, actually, because I hadn't slept much the last two nights. My confused thoughts and his face had kept me awake, but my body was just tired and had stretched its wings.The doorbell ripped me out of my sleep and I stood, although my brain had not yet sent the signal.Who else rang the bell at this time?I looked at the little clock next to the televi
Última atualização : 2020-10-13My Broken Heart Ashamed
There we were again, at the same point as last time. I was standing in front of my door, he was standing across from me, his hands in his pockets.Yes, we had swapped numbers, but would that really change anything? Would he really get in touch?And above all: Would I manage not to drive him crazy with text messages every minute? Cell phones were a blessing and a curse, you could just get in touch with someone at any time. But you could also annoy the other, and above all spend hours staring at a dark display. I was familiar with situations like this, and had often seen them myself. Hoping for a message, checking your phone every few minutes, and it just drove you crazy. I also knew the version in which the other person practically killed you with messages, to the point where you simply had no nerve about it.Since I was pretty sure myself that in his case I would be of the second kind, I saw all of my furs floating away. I would probably annoy him, at some point
Última atualização : 2020-10-13My Broken Heart More than friends?
The dynamic between us had changed, clearly. We spoke to each other, but something had changed. He kept looking over at me shyly, he wasn't as confident as when we first met.Whatever I said, he was still answering in pretty monosyllabic form, but I didn't even care now. The main thing was that I could look at him, feel his presence, and above all be near him.In the meantime I had not only found out his last name, but also the name of his band, and also that he didn't live alone in his apartment. In fact, he lived in a flat share with his brother, so there was only one name on the doorbell. The two had done without first names, as his brother, according to David's statement, was quite a daredevil. He avoided mentioning his last name over his flames, and I wondered if he didn't for the same reason. Perhaps this would secure their independence and avoid riots outside their door. But then he had clearly done his math without me.I could hardly imagine what this br
Última atualização : 2020-10-13My Broken Heart Very cute
I nervously sipped the disgusting cocktail and kept looking at the door. Actually, I was way too early, almost half an hour, and if things continued like this I would probably be drunk under the counter at the appointed time.Alcohol was definitely not the solution, but at least it made me feel warm. My panic that it might not come had increased immeasurably throughout the day, and even my cosmetics marathon hadn't calmed me down. By my standards, I was quite happy with myself, at least I had neither pimples nor rashes because of the excitement, and I was basically quite happy with my clothes. I had tried not to look completely desperate, not to overdo it, and most importantly, still to look like myself.The new leather jacket had at least served its purpose, and with a simple shirt underneath, I didn't look too fancy or too sporty.At least he wouldn't notice how crazy I actually was, and I had made up my mind to look as relaxed as possible. Even if that was pr
Última atualização : 2020-10-13
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