30.06.2022
A year. Thirteen fucking months. that's how long ago it was now. and it still hurts to see you And it still hurts when you ignore me and still.. I see us in front of me. I still feel it and still.. I can't get away from you. I look at you, watch you and I know that you recognize me and see me, but you don't actually show any reaction.Not a peek if I could catch it. And I look at you, over and over, Trying to focus on something else, but have to look at you again and again. I want to go to you, hug you, but I know I can't. I want to talk to you, talk to you and maybe talk about everything that happened, but I know that's not possible. I looked at you and briefly you say to me, for a second we made eye contact, looked into the other's eyes and that was exactly the moment when I felt everything from before I almost heard your laughter and felt your hand in mine and then those feelings were replaced by the searing pain in my chest from back then after everything that had happened.
I wasn't thinking about you anymore, I had pushed you completely out of my head and then W told me that you would be on the bus soon. That was still okay, you were quickly out of my mind again. But then I saw you, saw you get on the bus and again and again I felt everything, I couldn't tear myself away from you again and I wanted to cry. Since then I've seen you often, on the bus, Yesterday at the Rewe and sometimes outside. I want to talk to you again, but I can't and I can't, it hurts so incredibly. I wish I could have you and all that has happened, forgotten and finally were over you. But I'm not and I'm sorry.
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