Translation
FrühlingsLiebe = Sonnenschein²
--eine Erfahrung an einem 23.3.--
Gray moments
Hello!
This time just a little hint in advance: This prologue is only the extended version of "9 Moments", which I have not yet published here. But it was planned as a prelude to something bigger anyway, so ... here you go!
Have fun, your hydrangea.
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Gray moments
Actually, if you take a closer look, it wasn't the moments when I started to love him. Rather, it wasthe little things and at the same time the very big thingsthat made me open my heart and take it in, to hold it captive.
Him. The moment and yet as a whole.
It is not that I would appreciate - and will - everything that was between us - and will be between us - and yet these are at the same time those things that I like so much about him. They make it bittersweet. I finally understand why it is like this, love.
Bittersweet. Like my favorite chocolate.
In that short - and yet so long - time I forgot when the moment began, whenit began. We both still don't even agree on the "how" to this day. It's there, so time doesn't matter anymore.
In this situation it is difficult to describe crucial "moments".But what is time? Of course there were moments that made me love him. With each passing moment I loved him more until - from my point of view today - it was inevitable.
[i]"He nested in what is called the" heart ". So deep that I had to cede a part of my heart to him in order to make room for this love at all. So deep, that it hurts sometimes.
Bittersweet. "
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Perhaps it is due to the flow of time that I forgot the exact wording: the words of the moment when it all began;"I loved[him]."
Due to the flow of time, one loses the overview between enthusiasm and love. You don't notice the difference anymore, because the crush turns into love at some point; or the other way around? Probably not in this case ... I would know for sure if there was a precise definition.
But there is no such thing, and that makes what is called "life" so difficult. There is no such thing as "Diagnosis: Incorrect" and no "Diagnosis: Correct".There is no black and white, there is only gray.
No wrong decision.
But that is exactly what "I" was when I met him.
At that time I was a person who thought like that, in "[actually]black" and "[actually]white". Somehow everything was bad, and somehow it was good, but the other way around it was reality ...in the background everything was gray.
Everything.grey.
I wanted to think in "black" and "white", but I was too tired, too hurt to notice the rushing world around me. She was tired too quickly for me, too colorful to be able to distinguish, to be able to endure.So everything was gray.
As a result, there is a long time between the moment I actually met him for the first time and the moment I[consciously]met him the first time. And this is where my story begins.
This time just a little hint in advance: This prologue is only the extended version of "9 Moments", which I have not yet published here. But it was planned as a prelude to something bigger anyway, so ... here you go!
Have fun, your hydrangea.
_________________
Gray moments
Actually, if you take a closer look, it wasn't the moments when I started to love him. Rather, it wasthe little things and at the same time the very big thingsthat made me open my heart and take it in, to hold it captive.
Him. The moment and yet as a whole.
It is not that I would appreciate - and will - everything that was between us - and will be between us - and yet these are at the same time those things that I like so much about him. They make it bittersweet. I finally understand why it is like this, love.
Bittersweet. Like my favorite chocolate.
In that short - and yet so long - time I forgot when the moment began, whenit began. We both still don't even agree on the "how" to this day. It's there, so time doesn't matter anymore.
In this situation it is difficult to describe crucial "moments".But what is time? Of course there were moments that made me love him. With each passing moment I loved him more until - from my point of view today - it was inevitable.
[i]"He nested in what is called the" heart ". So deep that I had to cede a part of my heart to him in order to make room for this love at all. So deep, that it hurts sometimes.
Bittersweet. "
____________
Perhaps it is due to the flow of time that I forgot the exact wording: the words of the moment when it all began;"I loved[him]."
Due to the flow of time, one loses the overview between enthusiasm and love. You don't notice the difference anymore, because the crush turns into love at some point; or the other way around? Probably not in this case ... I would know for sure if there was a precise definition.
But there is no such thing, and that makes what is called "life" so difficult. There is no such thing as "Diagnosis: Incorrect" and no "Diagnosis: Correct".There is no black and white, there is only gray.
No wrong decision.
But that is exactly what "I" was when I met him.
At that time I was a person who thought like that, in "[actually]black" and "[actually]white". Somehow everything was bad, and somehow it was good, but the other way around it was reality ...in the background everything was gray.
Everything.grey.
I wanted to think in "black" and "white", but I was too tired, too hurt to notice the rushing world around me. She was tired too quickly for me, too colorful to be able to distinguish, to be able to endure.So everything was gray.
As a result, there is a long time between the moment I actually met him for the first time and the moment I[consciously]met him the first time. And this is where my story begins.