I don't know how or when I fell - but I did. You think I could remember the air whipping past me and the feel of my heart thumping against my chest, but all I can remember is the way it sounded when you whispered my name so quietly that I was the only one who could hear, because you said I was too special to you to allow anyone else to. How it felt when your fingertips grazed my skin and left goosebumps in their wake. When you pulled me close with your tattooed arms and held me so tight because you were afraid that I would leave you like I leave everyone else, but I knew that I was here to stay. When your laugh made me feel like I could actually be happy for once. You think I could remember falling for you from a thousand feet, but you were there to catch me, and you have a way of making everything except you disappear.
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Hayran KurguDas einzige, was mir neben dem Tod noch blieb, war der Hass. Der Hass gegen mein Leben, gegen meine Liebe für den Jungen, der mich nicht lieben konnte, gegen meine Mum, die mich nie fand, als ich weg war. Aber am meisten, hasste ich, meinen Mörder! ...
