Unfortunately school was the only place where we were no strangers. But it was still school. Studying, writing exams and really boring projects. Like the one we had that day. This project should have prepared us for our future career. It should have shown us what we're good at. For example engineering, house building or marketing.
But do you know that feeling when you're never in the same group as the one particular person you want to be with? Somehow destiny or god or any higher power decides that you shouldn't be in this group together. Well, that was my problem on this day.
This project took place in our school hall and the different groups worked on different tasks.
I trudged myself through these tasks, always having one eye on him. Trying to get a smile or an inconspicuous look from him.
I looked for excuses to take a break from my task and to go over to his group so I decided that I desperately needed to talk to my friend Hannah. You probably all know that I didn't need to talk to her at all in this moment...
Just after a few minutes my plan started to work out. He started glimpsing at me before he finally made his way to me.
He was holding something inside his fist but before I could start thinking about the inside of his fist any longer he opened his hand and gave me a little heart made out of a blue-yellow cable.
„Here. My heart."
These were the words that came out of his mouth while he handed me his little heart. And these words remained in my head for so long that I can still remember them so clearly. They were just words. Three insignificant words. But they meant the world to me. And I held on to them for so long.
And yes, I still have his heart. I keep it hidden. Deep, deep inside one of the drawers of my desk. Sometimes. In my weak moments. I take it out and look at it. Just looking at it makes all the emotions come alive again. Like someone woke them up from a long, long sleep.
And I know that if our house doesn't burn down or my mum doesn't find it when she's cleaning up, then his heart will be there forever. Not only forever in the drawer of my desk but also forever in my mind. And in my heart.
I always thought that love is blind but my dad's voice still on my mind
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The voice
Historia Corta"A boy of this faith doesn't deserve a girl like you". These words were like an echo in my ears. Again and again. But they didn't find their way into my head. And much less into my heart.
