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• My Broken Heart   Noncommittal

  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

• My 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

• My 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

• My 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

• My Broken Heart   Outfit

  nervously turned the note in my hand and couldn't have the heart to let it disappear under the door. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all, maybe he didn't live here at all, and had just said it was."Now do it!"Coco hit my arm and tried to push me a little more towards the door, but instead I took a step backwards.The facade was new, a fancy house, I had to admit that. Unlike my own house, this was the luxury class, and with the rents listed here, he couldn't possibly be as unsuccessful as he'd told me to be. You didn't live here for a starvation wage, my own apartment was completely overpriced for the few square meters, and the rent in this house would definitely go beyond my scope.Even a look at the row of doorbell signs hadn't gotten me any further, there was nowhere a first name or an initial letter.There were several names on two signs, and two on three. Maybe couples or shared apartments, but none of the last names really wa

• My Broken Heart   Defeat

  I would also not have found it particularly great if my friend were wanted by a strange woman shortly after our separation, via such a call.A photographer, whom I had known for a long time, suggested a poster campaign, he certainly meant it very nicely, but that seemed even worse to me than a search on Facebook. David certainly didn't want to be surprised by my stalking act on the way to the bus stop in the morning.So what to do How do counterfeit money roam the world? Or actually do something?I was torn and none of my friends had the right advice for me. Virtually everyone thought they would look for him publicly, but I just couldn't have the heart. Such a defeat seemed unbearable to me, and so I kept staring at the display of my cell phone every evening..............I poked at the salad and felt sorry for myself.Why did it have to be that way for me of all people? Why did you meet everyone again at some point, inc