20120708, London, Bank, 06:45
we spent four weeks together this time, and now, when you’re gone, I can truly feel the real meaning of “ghost limb”. I’ve never missed anybody before. it’s romantic in a way. and suffocating. but it doesn’t feel like a loss, no sadness involved. it feels like a semi-fiction prose.
you are that great man in my life that makes me feel things that I never dared to feel. so, I miss you, because, meine Liebe, you make me rich in my emotions.
You’re sitting across the table, behind your own screen. You look cute when creating.