Love stories that didn't happen

• With love, me •

Dear You,

Do you remember when we first met? Do you remember the first time we had lunch together?

Both of us were lonely at lunch break, so we decided to buy some food. There was a Burger King a few kilometers from our school. You were already 18 so we drove there by car.

Do you remember when you almost crashed into another car while you tried to pull into a parking space that I told you was too small? The owner of the car who didn't speak our language was very angry. He yelled at us. But we didn't understand anything. I remember that you tried to explain you drove very carefully, while he was yelling words in Chinese. After that, we were ordering food. I still remember your order; A cheeseburger without cucumbers because you hate them. I also remember the face you made while biting into it. It was full of cucumbers instead of tomatoes. I drank some coke at this moment but I laughed so hard I spilled everything on my t-shirt and then you were laughing too. But you gave me your jumper to hide the marks. That was nice of you.

On our way back to school there was an accident, so we were stuck in traffic jam. We just sat in your car and talked the whole time. We skipped the small talk and told each other stories about our lifes. It was like we knew each other for years. In the end I knew everything about your annoying neighbor who is playing the drums at midnight very often. I knew everything about your grandma who asks about your favorite food every time you meet her. And I can totally understand all the pressure you have in school because your older sister opened her own doctor's surgery last week and because your dad made thousands of dollars by selling shares. You also told me about your dog Emma that died three months ago. You loved her so much and you can't accept she is gone now. You said that you usually don't talk about her. You looked into my eyes. I realized you trusted me. I think that was the moment I fell in love with you. In love with the way you talk, your voice, the way you laugh, the way you are.

This day was weeks ago. I still have these feelings about you. But we aren't talking often. I'm hoping that it'll change.

I always dreamed about having a date with you. I imagine us sitting on a bench on the beach. We're eating ice cream, drinking cocktails and watching the waves. It would be absolutely gorgeous. But I just realized it wouldn't be the perfect date. I don't need something expensive and extravagant. The perfect date would be exactly like the first time we had lunch together. And even though it wasn't a date, it was the best date I could imagine.

With love,

Me

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Mein ehemaliger Beitrag zu einem Contest über das "perfekte Date"
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