Hello! Here is the latest part of the story. Again just thoughts, but this time from the other side * g *


To all fans of the other story: I'll keep writing as soon as possible:








Part 3




The soul is probably our most important part. It lives on when the body is no longer able to endure the misery in the world any longer. But if the soul, the heart, is injured, then the shell that goes with it can only exist with great difficulty. Our body would slowly starve to death. The spirit belongs to the body, even if it leaves it again after a long time to look for a home somewhere else.




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You've been looking at me strangely for a few days. Did you notice something


I tried to hide it as best I could. Why are you so strange when I come near you. I want nothing more than to be with you. I feel safe with you. I know we are unbeatable together.But why do you turn away from me?


Maybe you think I don't notice that you now prefer to spend the breaks between school hours with other people.


I can hardly bear to see the girls' gazes on you. I would love to send everyone who adores you to heaven with a single blow ...


If you've ever dated someone again, that's the main topic in class the next day. I hear the girls whispering incessantly what a good kisser you seem to be. It's a shame that I'll never find out whether that's really the case. You like girls - unfortunately. The rendezvous are proof enough.


In order not to attract attention, I also meet with girls. But they mean nothing to me, I rarely kiss one of them and only then when it becomes so intrusive that I can't help it.


Back when you fell on me while training, I wanted to hug and kiss you.But you looked so confused - how dare I?


Suddenly you were so dismissive - did you notice how I feel about you? You jumped up quickly and blushed; you seemed uncomfortable with me being around. I pretended not to notice anything. You seemed upset about this stupid coincidence.


I don't think I can ever trust you with what I feel for you. I think you'd hate me, loathe me.


You once made such a remark about being gay. I thought my heart would stop but I laughed at it. Something broke deep inside me. I don't think this can ever be fixed. My heart looks like the rubble field after a fight.


I'll keep it to myself - just so as not to lose you as a friend.


It's not what I want you to do, but it's better than not being around you at all.

I don't want to be despised by you. It hurts, but I think I can take it - for you.


You probably wouldn't understand that I love you. Why bind yourself to me when you have so many girls to choose from?


Every day, when I see you walking towards me with shining eyes, I become very different. It's nice to see you happy, even if I can't be myself, but I would sacrifice my life for you.


I think I should put some distance between the two of us, although it won't be easy for me. It seems to me that it is best if I try to distract myself.


My chest burns just thinking about not being with you all day, but I can't hide it, at some point you'd find out.


Thankfully, you've been so absent lately. Probably one of the girls is behind it again.


So at least I have some time to think about ourselves - how things could go on.I know I'm not as attractive as those girlies who love you all day, but I could make you happy.


I should be satisfied with the fact that I can even be around you.


Even if it doesn't make me completely happy, I should try not to drag you into it. You would hate me if I took you off guard. I could never hurt you, it would break my heart to make you miserable. That's why I better endure it as it is, but I don't know if I can keep it up long, because it's only your fault, it hurts so much, but maybe it will be easier when some time has passed ...