Dear Karen,
I've been thinking about Us, the story of us. How the fuck do I sum it up? Has it been perfect? Hardly. Any story with me at the center of it will never be anything less than a big smiling mess. But here's what I know for sure—our time in the sun has been a thing of absolute fucking beauty. The nightmares, the hangovers, the fucking and the punching. The gorgeous shimmering insanity of the city of ours. Where for years I woke up, fucked up, said I was sorry, passed out and did it all over again. As a writer, I'm a sucker for happy endings. The guy gets the girl, she saves him from himself, fade to fucking black. As a guy who loves a girl, I realize there's no such thing. There's no sunset. There's just now, and there's just the two of us, which can be scary fucking ugly sometimes. But if you close your eyes and listen for the whisper of your heart—if you simply keep trying and never ever give up, no matter how many times you get it wrong, until the beginning and the end blur into something called until we meet again -- and that's it. I didn't know how to finish it, because it's not over. It'll never be over
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Klade 8. August 2015, 12:04
nice love story!Klaus
daniel1166 14. Juli 2015, 19:38
Sehr fein!Alexander Pollnow 14. Juli 2015, 18:27
Danke LeuteJa das ist vom romantischsten Motherfuckeeeeer der Neuzeit Hank Moody :-)
J-K-PhotoArt 14. Juli 2015, 18:13
Zauberhaft!Zitat: Hank Moody?
PhotoArtBrandt 14. Juli 2015, 17:39
große klasse!nah und intensiv.
lg detlef
Rene Lauterbach 14. Juli 2015, 17:14
bezaubernd schön...mag ich sehr.
alles gute,gruss rene