This is my ex-boyfriend and me.
We had a great relationship. I’m from Munich in Germany, he’s from Berlin. We got to know each other on Sylt. A german isle at the north sea. Actually, I really didn’t want to fall in love with anybody this time, I wasn’t interested in any boy because I’ve just got hurt by another one. I was even thinking about staying at home this vacation. (I was going there with a good friend.) So, we arrived at our hotel and one day, I saw that boy, that fantastic, wonderful boy. Blonde hair, his brilliant smile and his genlte moves. (And his great body, too :D)
The first time that we met, well this sotry is very funny. I was sitting in a room, watching TV. My friend was outside and I wanted to look where she’d be. Suddelny the door was opened by someone, I was just shocked, it was that boy, he was stumbeling in and crying “Helloooo is there anybody!” It was very funny because I wasn’t prepared for this kind of meeting.
We looked into our eyes, just for a second, a pretty embarassing second. I mean, I’ve seen him before very often, but he didn’t see me. But I’ve seen his face, his great eyes and his laugh. I didn’t get him out of my head, I even dreamed of him. I wrote him a message, and layed it in front of his door. I was really wondered when I saw his answer. We met up again, and as I am a very chaotic person, I was cannoning into a door, and he saw it, oh god, what are you doing to me?? I was even falling the stairs, in front of him. I was much to nervous to meet him, and it literally broke my neck, well I thought :D
So for the last four days of our vacation, we sayed together, my friend, his stepbrother, him and me. I was falling in love, I felt it.
I couldn’t look him in the eyes without my heart beating too fast. I couldn’t walk beside him without stumbeling over my feet. I couldn’t talk to him without stammering. These days were great, I was very happy to get to know him.
Just like everything has, these vacation had an end, too. He was leaving back to Berlin, and me, I was leaving back to Munich. I was crying hardly, because I was so deep falling in love with this boy. I didn’t except that he’d have feelings for me, but he had. He wrote me a message and we wrote and telephoned a lot. I was falling in love with him more and more.
It ached how much I wished he would be here. It ached to know we could never be together.
Of any reason, we met up in Berlin. I was allowed to go to vacation with my friend, and we slept at the appartmend of him and his brother. Our first kiss was on a suburban train as we were arriving at Alexanderplatz. Oh my god, what a great memory. I knew, I couldn’t live without him.
These many goodbyies were very hard. Were getting harder. I was crying a lot. We stayed together for 21 months. We were doing it the best we could. We met each other by train, every month, in bad times every second one. We loved each other, we needed each other, we’ve been a great couple. Everyone said that.
I’ve been broken, I wasn’t happy without him here with me. I cried a lot, and my glee, everyone loved me for, was lost. I couldn’t find it any more, couldn’t be happy. And because of this large distance of 600 km our relationship ended up. So we broke off. I was happy now. I mean, really, there are so many fish in the sea, why waiting for a boy sitting in Berlin? I thought. Everybody told me, he wouldn’t be faithful, but I knew. I knew it, because I was. Our love was unique.
At first I didn’t shed a tear for him. Acutally, I don’t know why. But the more I’m not in contact to him, the more I cry.
I miss him so much. So very very badly. I really hope he doesn’t forget me. I mean…he was my one and only.
We should have been together until the end of our times. But the distance broke our love. It hurts so much to see pictures of him, to hear stories of him friends tell me.
A very good friend of mine in Berlin told me that he’s missing me, too. I can’t do it, but I miss him so very much, some nights I can’t even sleep, because I’m too afraid.
I want to be with him again. Not yet, even if I miss him so very much. It would hurt myself again and I’m just on my way with putting the pieces back together. The thing is, he’s one of those pieces. Guess I can’t be completed without this one. But I can’t do anything about it.
The song I’m listening to everytime. It reminds me so much of him. Adele - Someone like you