“I love you”, I texted her at night. I love you. I love you. I LOVE YOU, that’s what I wanted to shout out loud. I was in despair. I was in disrepair. I was destroyed. I was in love.
September 4, 2008
the day after leaving her
September 4, 2008
RE: spare key
it has been a hot day
people and images around were melting
now its raining
and i feel so blessed that this rain is wild and angry and cold and loud
September 4, 2008
spare key
anger. hope. frustration. love. something that gets me going in the mornings on my way to work, when my headphones shut out the word of my private bubble. there is only one spare key.
09-04, 19:20
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attachment: eminem vs. nena
Filed under mails, mails & messages
September 4, 2008
this is an absolutely professional mail. no emos attached.
Dear Esme,
how are you doing? I hope that you remember me: I am the lecturer from the class in August you were so generous to translate for the participants.
Today, I have received the evaluation form from the participants. I am happy to say that the participants apparently did like my presentation. Although this normally is [...]
September 4, 2008
your lips where they belong (09-04, 15:36)
Have just woken up.. Had been puzzling last night away. Again. I miss your touch.. I miss your lips where they belong. I love u
September 4, 2008
09-04, 14:27
did it. went to her on saturday, back sunday. blew my mind. hard to believe that only three days ago, life had been different. totally diff. 10:27 AM September 04, 2008 from web
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September 4, 2008
feel your fingers for an instant (09-04, 09:26)
The air sits stale and heavy in the subway cars. My whole body is aching four your touch. I still feel the sensation of your hands moving across my skin.
