Anja's perspective
I am now also singing from You never give me your money to let Livie know she is mine always, and I give my undivided heart to her forever. I am so happy!
"One sweet sign,
Gather our gear, step in the limo line;
Soon we'll soar, we'll leave this place,
Press pedal to the floor, let's erase tears' trace;
Our sweet dream, has found, its way,
Our lives bound, to forever this day..."
We are laughing as we hurry each other into the car, like it is some departing magical fahrzeug (vehicle) to that forever I just promised for Livie, all worry verschwunden (vanquished), heads together, whispering like we like to do. The driver loads our bags, gets in, watches in his mirror the passing cars and busses, then merges into their flow.
As we leave the airport.... I look over at Livie. She is watching out the window... seeing a passing world that she lives in... is she content now? I realize—am not yet fully content... Yes, I'm in love... of course I am! It's just... I want to know. I want... what is this we have?...
... I want Livia and I to share one more thing. I want us to know, one more very important thing. As we head home—our home! We have been such friends, Ja, friends for so so long, and all this love we are having, so wonderful... jenseits unserer wildesten träume (beyond our wildest dreams), it has happened!... but now... can we be something more?... I want, need, to give her something more... to know she feels that, too.
I slide closer to her and place my hand so it gently touches the inside of her thigh, feeling warmth through the woolen winter trouser. She turns to face me, with a happy smile. I gently pat her affectionately with my hand.
Olivia's perspective
I feel it in me strong too, a torrent of it, the craving, hearts joined completely. I want to be with her forever.
Anja's perspective
I look into Livia's eyes, those eyes are pools for me to fall into forever; my heart a surging core of love, all my blood carrying this pent-up need, an ache, so that with words bathed in a passion intent on completing us, I say, "Livia. I want you," so there can be no mistaking now my wish, this desire, for both of us... conveying what I did not clearly say before... today, and that day in my flat. I want her to flood this girl with love, to fill me up with hers and never stop. I want to have it again, only totally, and put more power in it this time, let it run its due course. Take time to let it progress. It was all on me before, and I could not do it. But now?... I can fix this! I can fix my... my problem, be normal. "Ja, ich kann!" I whisper louder now.
Her expression changes slightly, eyes wider, lips parting. I am willing her with those words and my eyes and my heart that she be with me in every way.
My touch is like an open door, my words an invitation.
Livie places her hand on mine, delicately like a living clasp. We are being very sachte (in English, ginger?) with each other in this moment. This time—we will sail off the edge of the world we had, beyond that, and to an unmapped place of true love. The passing earthly things outside the car forgotten.
I wait a heartbeat. Two. Three...
Livia, her pupils widening from all these strong emotions of love, breathes, "Oh Anja... I want you so much," then closes her eyes, and leans in, with one arm behind me pulling me closer, and her other hand squeezing still gently but a little bit more, feeling like a lifeline, touching her soft lips tenderly to my lips, so that I close my own eyes and tilt my head slightly, put my free hand on the back of her neck and pull like hanging on, pressing my mouth against hers, begin kissing back fiercely, als ob es kein morgen gäbe! (like I mean it!). And we are gone.
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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...
