Sighing, she sits at her desk. How do I find just the right words, she's doing time and again through his head. "Dear P. ..", but the next moment the paper is already screwed up in the corner. "I know this is between us something ..."- the small Papierknäul a friend receives. But then it would be difficult, they would have never thought of.
discouraged Something sets them down the pen and starts on the office chair to turn in circles. First, the carousel starts to move slowly. Window, bed, dining table, door, desk. The first round is done. The passenger is foolhardy and spins faster. So fast that the colors gradually blend with each other, as well as the thoughts turn to speak a fair idea. Window, bed, dining table. After several rounds of the carousel stops suddenly. She opens her eyes and looks at the small part that is hanging there between room dividers and wall shelf. The paper says behind stars certificate. She gets up and goes to this document, the text reads.
"If we are worlds apart, these stars are our bridge, so we get lost and never lose!"
She smiles. It is a gift from him. She remembers as if it were only yesterday. As she opens the folder and the document it is disclosed. As she sits down to read the text. As she weeps tears. Tears of joy. Tears of emotion. Tears of the boundless love she feels in that moment.
brings The quiet rustle of rabbits it back from the idea and it sweeps over the wet smiling cheek.
Again, she sits down on the office chair and starts the idea of a new carousel. More speed, more daring it turns. Door, desk, window, bed, dining table. Door, Desk. And again, the carousel stops. Her look is at the two pictures hanging adorning the wall. A deep red, the other midnight blue. Each provided with a hand print. The one slightly larger footprint than the other. She gets up from his chair and approaches the wall. Sets the right hand on the blue print of the image. His hand print. Again, reeled off in her mind's eye a small film. As they both sit on the floor and dumb paint. How shallow that the other is not a good enough paints How to leave his hand print. How to sign the pictures.
you seen her hand on his imprint. Defines the same then the place of the heart. Yes, there has his place. Deep in her heart.
She sits on the chair. Pulls him to the desk and takes the pen in his hand. Now she knows what she wants to write. And especially how they will do it. For a brief moment hovering the pen over the paper before she touches him gently, and her heart as if by letter leaves us out rates.
considered critical to their work. The work of her heart. So it will be right, she thinks. For the deep meaning of words can only understand it. With great care she folded the letter and puts it in the provided envelope. Plain white it is. The only one with lots of love subscribed heart adorns the spot where the stamp is usually affixed. One last time they looked at the paper before it closes the envelope and glued. She then puts it on the dining table so she can throw him tomorrow when walking into town with him. What will he think when he reads it. How will he react to it. Whether he will say yes. These ideas revolve over and over again in her head. Then she lies down in her bed and falls asleep with a slight smile.
quietly opened the squeaky mailbox. Just now he can still catch the letter, which has been pressed by the newspaper against the door. No sender, no postage stamp. Only a lovingly painted heart instead of a postage stamp. Lost in thought, he reaches for the newspaper includes the mailbox again and rises step by step up the stairs to his apartment. Whoever he may well write Valentin post, it goes through his mind. With a click he opened his apartment door and enter. Still his eyes are focused on the envelope. Somewhat carelessly, he puts the paper on the desk and sits down with the letter on the sofa. He opens it. And even before he read the second sentence, he knows it. He does know who this letter. Again and again he read the last line. Deeply penetrates the air his lungs, which he fills with his breath. A last breath before picking up his phone. And chooses her number. "Hello?", Her voice sounds from the handset. He is silent for a moment before his lips form the words. "I love you too and would be ready by the end of my your Valentine." Returns silence. And it says a tender smile to hear their side, may be.
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