The last thoughts of a man who lost you:
You will never ever find somebody like you again, they said. I knew I would
not.
Simply, because there is nobody else like you. Nowhere in this goddamn
world.
But you left and they picked up the pieces.
My heart shattered that day.
I can remember every second, every eternity, you left, slowly falling
backwards.
Your eyes full of fear and terror, your foot slipping on the edge of the
stair, falling.
The slow, nearly gentle movements of the veil, black, endless black.
You fell, I could not hold you back, nor fall instead of you.
She laughed, you know? She laughed and threw her course.
I wish I had been able to switch positions with you, but then, you would be
standing here and wish the same, would you not?
I miss you.
Terribly, but I know you will not return to me, so I turn to you.
I am really not sure, if we will meet again, but as it says: hope for the
best and prepare for the worst.
But the worst already happened, so I have nothing to prepare for, except
for my last hope being shattered as well.
At least, it would fit to me then - shattered.
The only thing left to say would be:
I loved you, love you, and I ever will - whatever happens to us, my love.
I hope we will meet again, I do with all my heart.
In love, to my love, your love.
You will never ever find somebody like you again, they said. I knew I would
not.
Simply, because there is nobody else like you. Nowhere in this goddamn
world.
But you left and they picked up the pieces.
My heart shattered that day.
I can remember every second, every eternity, you left, slowly falling
backwards.
Your eyes full of fear and terror, your foot slipping on the edge of the
stair, falling.
The slow, nearly gentle movements of the veil, black, endless black.
You fell, I could not hold you back, nor fall instead of you.
She laughed, you know? She laughed and threw her course.
I wish I had been able to switch positions with you, but then, you would be
standing here and wish the same, would you not?
I miss you.
Terribly, but I know you will not return to me, so I turn to you.
I am really not sure, if we will meet again, but as it says: hope for the
best and prepare for the worst.
But the worst already happened, so I have nothing to prepare for, except
for my last hope being shattered as well.
At least, it would fit to me then - shattered.
The only thing left to say would be:
I loved you, love you, and I ever will - whatever happens to us, my love.
I hope we will meet again, I do with all my heart.
In love, to my love, your love.