About my love
When I think about it, I fell in love with him very quickly. Soon after he moved in our flat and joined our… let's say, special comradeship, I took a close look at him, and there he was: Such a big man, muscular body, sharp-edged chin and cheekbones, captivating eyes of an arctic blue… and above these intriguing features, he was so self-conscious, and - how should I put it - I always have had a thing for this "My inner indisposition doesn't really match with my outward appearances"-attitude. I mean, he was definitely my type, even though I don't seem to fall into somebody like this.
The first time I realized that there were butterflies stirring up my intestines was when he was doing a job in another city. I nearly flipped and bitched at my best friend and I just couldn't find a reason for my awkward and so-not-nice behavior - until I comprehended that I hadn't heard his voice for about an hour, hadn't had him around him… In the evening he called me an