All Chapters of My Broken Heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

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

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

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