Because my life began at that moment when I first met Anja, I can say I have loved her every day of my life. It is not just her physical presence and appearance, that make her breathtakingly beautiful; it's her closeness, knowing me so well, even inspiring me in each moment to be the happy girl I want to be; the thrilling way our hearts seem joined as one; her singing that soothes me when times are hard; her touch that makes me feel all my heart's blood; her eyes that are the color of a Norway spruce (plentiful in Germany) treetop when it is first kissed by the morning sun—eyes that guide my overflowing love for her.
Anja has been my sky of stars, and she has also been my pillow of tears. But, if all the fallen stars and tears that have ever fallen through the years could be made into a long long frond, my love for her would still reach beyond. And this is the test of time that, as Anja once made clear to me, is the test of true love.
Dropping her bag at the curb, she stands there, gaping at me, and places her right palm to her heart so I can see her coral ring. The ring I gave her.
Her look is that of a girl relishing a moment which only comes once, like the world has paused to grow the dream's full yield. I feel the same.
Anja has come home to me. Her love would be the greatest gift I could ever receive in my life, and I cherish this look we are sharing, so full of anticipation.
And then she runs to me!
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The Wall Crossers
Non-FictionStep into the captivating world of "The Wall Crossers," a spellbinding tale set against the backdrop of Cold War-era West Berlin in 1971 and 1972 to the latter half of the 21st century, from Berlin to Bhutan. This narrative weaves together the lives...
