How it feels like to be a loner.

Everyone talks about you.
They murmur.
They gossip.
Oh, my dear insecurity.

Is this a punishment?
For being too proud.

Is this a mortification?
For being too happy.

Is this a sanction?
For being too cocky.

Is this a trial?
For being too cold.

Is this a comeuppance?
For being too relaxed.

Is this a penance?
For being too deep in love.

Is this a sequestration?
For believing my own lies.

Windy day.
Doesn't matter.
Cold day.
Doesn't matter.

Warm hug.
Warm smile.
Warm kiss.
Doesn't matter.

I love you.
I miss you.
I need you.

It was raining.
It was midnight.
It was cold.

I ran into your house.
Calling you from outside.
You answered it sincerely.

Happy birthday.
You are literally the greatest present in my life.
Thank you for your existence.

Thank you for the warm hug.
Sweet smile.
Caring eyes.
Lovely kiss.

Alles Gute zum 22. Geburtstag, Schatz.

I know.
Heaven is running out of angels.
They are searching for new one.
And they chose you.
What an angel's son.

My dear acquaintance.
Though we do not know each other well.
Rest in peace.
My deepest heartfelt condolences.
Ruhe in Frieden.

It was a shiny day.
In contrast, I was shattered.
What news.
Directly broke my heart.
Tears could not stop flowing until now.

I may love to shop.
But I am not buying *******.
Dear Paul William Walker IV.
You will be so much missed.
Race in paradise, Paul, Brian.

Ich weiss nicht warum.
Aber die guten Menschen leider oft zu früh gehen.
Ruhe in Frieden.

Resentful.
Abhor.

Yes.
I am enraged.
Acrimonious.

Indiscreet people.....
Strategically place your wonderful lips upon my posterior.
Kiss it repeatedly.

*****.