She is his book tease; his fast-talking, optimistic, coffee addicted, town princess. The Liebe of his life. She’s everything he isn’t but everything he wants.
He’s her monosyllabic, ice cream is better in cones, Hemingway wannabe, Metallica listening bad boy. The Liebe of her life.
She can’t help herself around him. No matter how much she wants to believe it isn’t true, she needs him.
Words, old dead white guys, margin writing, late night flirting over coffee and literature brought them together. But, at eighteen, they stood worlds apart.
star, sterne crossed lovers, maybe. Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth, probably. Rick and Ilsa, of course.
They weren’t supposed to be together. She wanted nothing Mehr to hate him, and as fate would have it, something always kept them apart.
Rory and Jess are that long, over-arching Liebe story, where everything is perfect and new for about as long as it takes Jess to finish a cigarette.
But as soon as those embers hit the ground, something happens to pull them apart.
There is that saying, if Du Liebe something, let it go, but people seem to forget the Sekunde part, the important part to the saying which is for if they return, they were ALWAYS yours.
If Du are meant to be together, the story is never over, for it will resume when you’re ready, when time is finally on your side.
The course of true Liebe isn’t allowed to run smooth because Liebe is madness, blindness, confusion, desire;
it’s so many complicated emotions that make it the most joyous and painful experience you’ll ever have.
He made her cry, he left her waiting Von the phone, never sagte goodbye. He sagte ‘I Liebe you’ and ran away.
She ran away after Küssen him, played with his emotions, stahl, stola his herz without giving hers, sagte ‘no,’ kissed him and ran away, again.
They hurt each other. And they do it again. And again. But ‘it is what it is’ because even when they disappoint each other, it’s worth it, because Du only have this kind of Liebe once.
Before everything, they are friends, always. He knows her better than anyone else, stiffens when he thinks it’s her, hated himself for hurting her. Hated himself for losing her.
She just wants to be around him, to lie on the bridge and tease him about Hemingway, to smell the mixture of smoke and leather that is his signature scent.
Mehr than anything, they just want to be around each other.
It’s hard to understand that concept until Du feel it, the jerking in your stomach, the brightening of your eyes, the ridiculous way Du only smile for them.
It’s hard to grasp that when someone lies about bringing Du a care package, it’s the most romantic thing in the world.
It’s hard to believe in Liebe until Du meet someone who knows what Du mean when Du say Dodger.
It’s hard to fall in Liebe until Du meet that person who can name The Pistolen of Brixton just Von the lyrics. It’s hard to realize what is perfect until he says 22.8 miles.
But when Du find that, it’s like having a stroke. Everything changes. All Farben pale in comparison to that person.
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Amazing, right?
He’s her monosyllabic, ice cream is better in cones, Hemingway wannabe, Metallica listening bad boy. The Liebe of her life.
She can’t help herself around him. No matter how much she wants to believe it isn’t true, she needs him.
Words, old dead white guys, margin writing, late night flirting over coffee and literature brought them together. But, at eighteen, they stood worlds apart.
star, sterne crossed lovers, maybe. Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth, probably. Rick and Ilsa, of course.
They weren’t supposed to be together. She wanted nothing Mehr to hate him, and as fate would have it, something always kept them apart.
Rory and Jess are that long, over-arching Liebe story, where everything is perfect and new for about as long as it takes Jess to finish a cigarette.
But as soon as those embers hit the ground, something happens to pull them apart.
There is that saying, if Du Liebe something, let it go, but people seem to forget the Sekunde part, the important part to the saying which is for if they return, they were ALWAYS yours.
If Du are meant to be together, the story is never over, for it will resume when you’re ready, when time is finally on your side.
The course of true Liebe isn’t allowed to run smooth because Liebe is madness, blindness, confusion, desire;
it’s so many complicated emotions that make it the most joyous and painful experience you’ll ever have.
He made her cry, he left her waiting Von the phone, never sagte goodbye. He sagte ‘I Liebe you’ and ran away.
She ran away after Küssen him, played with his emotions, stahl, stola his herz without giving hers, sagte ‘no,’ kissed him and ran away, again.
They hurt each other. And they do it again. And again. But ‘it is what it is’ because even when they disappoint each other, it’s worth it, because Du only have this kind of Liebe once.
Before everything, they are friends, always. He knows her better than anyone else, stiffens when he thinks it’s her, hated himself for hurting her. Hated himself for losing her.
She just wants to be around him, to lie on the bridge and tease him about Hemingway, to smell the mixture of smoke and leather that is his signature scent.
Mehr than anything, they just want to be around each other.
It’s hard to understand that concept until Du feel it, the jerking in your stomach, the brightening of your eyes, the ridiculous way Du only smile for them.
It’s hard to grasp that when someone lies about bringing Du a care package, it’s the most romantic thing in the world.
It’s hard to believe in Liebe until Du meet someone who knows what Du mean when Du say Dodger.
It’s hard to fall in Liebe until Du meet that person who can name The Pistolen of Brixton just Von the lyrics. It’s hard to realize what is perfect until he says 22.8 miles.
But when Du find that, it’s like having a stroke. Everything changes. All Farben pale in comparison to that person.
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Amazing, right?