Do you remember our first phone call? We talked for hours together. You were also once said that this would be mad and you would ask if we would have the talking points are not conducted slowly. Us were not.
And then we talked almost every day. Hanging was the worst, moments later, the sudden silence, your absence. You still have a quick text message sent afterwards to relieve my pain, which has worked quite well.
We started to send cards and letters. Although I must admit, yes, I've been extremely slow at that time, you finally write one too, forgive me this
If one considers the chances but it was that brought us together, you start at exactly this to . doubt No, do not get me wrong now. I really mean that this can not just be the work of any accidents, but simply fate. The
begins at our similarities and our differences which complement each other seamlessly.
Well, at some point were not enough for these postcards, letters and hours of phone calls. Of course they were
the best thing to me in the past Years, what has happened, but if such a fate smiles, then I am prepared to continue to smile, I made my way to you.
seven hours, a small trip around the world lay before me, at the end I was sure to actually be in another world.
I think I never told you how nervous I was and that I would almost be baptized again by that old priest, who sat opposite me on the train - just to get divine help. Now, in hindsight, I assume, however, that this priest said something different when he spoke of baptism and assistance.
I certainly was more than nervous.
And then it was where, the arrival of new and different in the world. I got off the train, and noticed too late that I had left the flowers in the priest, which I love waving from the train window.
You looked amazing. It was windy, and your blonde hair waved in the wind.
"Hello." You whispered you, I could barely hear it.
"Hey. You. I do. "It rumbled out of me. Because I would have liked sunk in the ground, but you've embraced me, then suddenly given to me and to welcome a kebab.
I think I would have kissed you then already at the station, when this same Doner would not have been. But actually that was completely OK, because we were able later to kiss under the stars for the first time.
On the way to you, we really have not talked much, or do you? Well, if I'm honest, I can remember only because I thought, oh my God, oh my God. Well, and that I maybe had the dubious offer of the old priest to accept.
I got to know your family, we ate together, joked and laughed and had some time together outside on the terrace.
Our first kiss, but that you can remember, yes.
How? No? You may not remember you? I see. Okay, I admit, all this may not have really happened be, but I promise anything.
you up one day you can remember.
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