I don't remember last night that well. I remember waking up in my bed, wering nothing...that's not right. I have a splitting headache and there's a mans clothing all over my bedroom. -FUCK! I slept with another random...but, my eyes were caught Von the cane...FUCK! I slept with House.
He was in the dusche whe I woke, so I got into my robe, gewand and made my way to my kitchen. I got myself a couple of peices of toast and spread marmelade all over them. It was then that I heard the familliar limp coming from my hallway, I looked up and his tall form came into view.
"Hey Partypants," he sagte smiling at me as if I'd done something really stupid that night.
"Umm...hi?" I replied, obviously confused.
"You don't remember, do you?" he said, signalling the the clothes all over floor and the multipule empty bottles of wodka and wine alol over the table.
"Fuck me," I muttered to myself, but House must've heard.
"Wasn't last night enough for you?"
"What?" I had now reached to get some paraceatamol from in my cupboard to cure my headache.
"You sagte 'fuck me' so I replied-"
"I know what Du replied!"
"Admit it, Du enjoyed it,"
"How could I have possibly enjoyed it when I don't even remember it 'cause I was that drunk?"
"Sorry, Lise,"
"WHAT!?" I was anngry but was confused as to why he had used Lise instead of Lisa oder Cuddy.
"I'm not trying to upset Du here,"
"No, it's not that, I'm just confused as to why Du called me Lise, I mean Du don't even use my first name!"
He inched closer to me. My insides melted at his closeness, he looked so sexy-I couldn't resist! His hands wrapped around my waist and my hands started pulling his face closer to mine. My lips were waiting for that longing kiss...............
then.............................................
I woke from my dream...
DAMMIT!
He was in the dusche whe I woke, so I got into my robe, gewand and made my way to my kitchen. I got myself a couple of peices of toast and spread marmelade all over them. It was then that I heard the familliar limp coming from my hallway, I looked up and his tall form came into view.
"Hey Partypants," he sagte smiling at me as if I'd done something really stupid that night.
"Umm...hi?" I replied, obviously confused.
"You don't remember, do you?" he said, signalling the the clothes all over floor and the multipule empty bottles of wodka and wine alol over the table.
"Fuck me," I muttered to myself, but House must've heard.
"Wasn't last night enough for you?"
"What?" I had now reached to get some paraceatamol from in my cupboard to cure my headache.
"You sagte 'fuck me' so I replied-"
"I know what Du replied!"
"Admit it, Du enjoyed it,"
"How could I have possibly enjoyed it when I don't even remember it 'cause I was that drunk?"
"Sorry, Lise,"
"WHAT!?" I was anngry but was confused as to why he had used Lise instead of Lisa oder Cuddy.
"I'm not trying to upset Du here,"
"No, it's not that, I'm just confused as to why Du called me Lise, I mean Du don't even use my first name!"
He inched closer to me. My insides melted at his closeness, he looked so sexy-I couldn't resist! His hands wrapped around my waist and my hands started pulling his face closer to mine. My lips were waiting for that longing kiss...............
then.............................................
I woke from my dream...
DAMMIT!
When does Liebe become something we need, rather than something we want? Liebe was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Liebe is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Liebe is common currency when Du are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older Du get. Do we not care about the substance of what Liebe was and not what it has been made into today Von commercialisation from American Filme and Fernsehen commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Liebe for real, can we Kommentar and judge others who are in Love. Liebe means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Liebe is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Liebe is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.