After our last theatrics, upon us is a tide of silence. I seem to revert to my old self yet with one new exterior.
My hearts in two  
It's been three days since I've smelt the mango from your conditioner. Still full of love four you.
Me, my five friends spending time together. Their attempts to distract myself from that grungy pit in my stomach. Like the Six'ers and their seven game winning streak.  
My mind is stuck.
Glued to the slowly fading thought of our memories.
The time we eight in China town, where you tried octopus, laughter simply forbidding my breathes
The isolation you felt, your family in Berlin, unable to get home. I was excited for our trip to meet them in March.
Nein, ich liebe dich wirklich