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[Hase]

Happy Birthday

 

Hey,

 

I’m seventeen now. Yesterday was my birthday. You know, I thought of you as soon as I awoke. I reached for my phone to see if you had written. You had not. I told myself: hey, it’s okay. Never mind. Just forget about him and have a nice day. It’s your day! He’s not gonna congratulate you and that’s okay. That’s what I told myself, pretending it was all cool and I could easily drop the thought of you and greet the day with a bright smile. Well, I really tried to. I had breakfast with my family, we took photos and had some of Mum’s wonderful chocolate muffins, then I got on the bus (which meant having to bear twenty minutes of horrible Schlager) and finally entered school. My friends were already awaiting me, all handing me lovely gifts, and we chatted and laughed together. I am very lucky to have found friends like them. They are true friends. Only you were missing. You passed by for a short moment. Did you notice me? Guess not. Well, time to go upstairs to chemistry lesson. The teacher holding the royal blue Fehling sample against my white blouse. Then French, Biology, a short break. I step outside and look around. Where are you? I spot you hanging around with some friends. Didn’t you know it was my birthday? You had to, must have overheard it! So why didn’t you say a word. Even write me! I don’t get it. Confused, I enter English lesson. A girl of my class presents a poem, about love and sorrow. I’m about to cry. GOD DAMN. I’m about to cry FOR YOU. I sit there, shivering, aching, only hoping no one will notice. The following maths lesson eases the pain a little, numbers always calm me down, they are so reliable. But then, economy. At this point, I just wanna die I hear a girl whisper. So true. Then, finally, the bell rings. I can go back home, home to my phone. Maybe you have written me? But, nothing. Well, okay, let’s just wait I said to myself, knowing you had piano lessons in the afternoon. Maybe in the evening you’d write me. No reason to be sad or disappointed, it’s all right.

 

I waited. All afternoon, and into the evening. But you didn’t write one single syllable. I began to feel sorry having wasted this, my day and not having appreciated the gifts I got as much I should have because I had been THINKING ABOUT YOU ALL DAY. Got it, I thought ABOUT YOU, because YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME! You don’t know how any other sweet present would be worthless to me if only YOU HAD WRITTEN ME! You don’t know it, do you? You don’t know how my heart broke when you didn’t write. Nor do you know how happy you would have made me by just sending me one single emoji. Just one. One crappy emoji. But you don’t care at all, do you? You hate me.

 

I congratulated you on your birthday this year, have you forgotten? Sure, doesn’t mean you are in any way obliged to send me wishes. But, would it really have hurt your pride that much? Believe me, not knowing what is going on inside you drives me crazy. What am I to you? Just nothing, a Nobody? Then who do you think you are?! First tell me you loved me forever, and then not care at all any more? You said we could just be friends. Your words. Tell me, is that what you call BEING FRIENDS? Becoming strangers, who never speak a word, never look at each other, never care at all? Honestly, if that's what you call FAIR and PEACE, then you are the meanest creep I ever came across. But is that you? Are you so heartless? Or do you still feel for me? Are you just frightened of being hurt again? Say, have I hurt you? Is it just that you don't know how to talk to me, how to look at me? But then why are you not able to at least write me these small universal words: Happy Birthday.

You know, there were moments when I thought about hating you. But I could never hate you. I love you too much.

 

Yours,

A girl who misses you.

 

 

[Carlos]

Liebe Hase, 

ich glaube, jeder, der Englisch kann, würde auf deiner Seite sein. 

Liebe ist immer mit Schmerz verbunden. Nur wer in einer Beziehung nur mit Kopf und Körper dabei ist, nur wer keine Gefühle hat wird nicht leiden. 

Aus Tausend Gründen, nicht nur aus Eifersucht. Aus Angst um die Gesundheit des geliebten Menschen, zum Beispiel.

Wie dieser junge Mann sich dir gegenüber verhält kommt nicht selten vor. Manchmal ist es gekränkte Eitelkeit, manchmal nur eine Einbildung: Vielleicht weiß er selber nicht, warum er sich so verhält.

Ich bin sicher, so wie du den ganzen Tag an ihn gedacht hast, hat er die ganze Zeit an dich gedacht. 

Dies alles hat mit Logik und Vernunft nichts zu tun, du kennst wahrscheinlich den Spruch

 

AMANTES AMENTES 

 

Liebe Grüße

Carlos 

 

[Hase]

Hi @Carlos,

 

vor 59 Minuten schrieb Carlos:

AMANTES AMENTES 

Liebende sind Verrückte.

Kannte ich bis jetzt nicht, ist aber wie mir scheint sehr wahr.

Ich denke du hast recht, wenn du sagst, Liebe hat mit Logik und Vernunft nichts zu tun. Und dennoch versuchen wir, das was wir aus Liebe tun zu verstehen, zu begreifen was sie mit uns macht. Aber vielleicht sind die Maßstäbe menschlichen Denkens völlig unbrauchbar, um mit ihnen etwas so Gesetzloses, Magisches wie die Liebe verstehen zu können. Zum Verrücktwerden! Dass es offenbar überhaupt keine Mathematik gibt in der Liebe, macht uns umso verwundbarer ihr gegenüber.

 

vor einer Stunde schrieb Carlos:

Ich bin sicher, so wie du den ganzen Tag an ihn gedacht hast, hat er die ganze Zeit an dich gedacht. 

Ich wünsche es dem LI sehr❤

 

Ich danke dir für deinen Kommentar,

 

LG Hase

[Carlos]

Du schreibst: 

 

"Numbers always calm me down"

"Zahlen beruhigen mich immer". 

 

Ich habe die Lösung: Du solltest dich in 007 verlieben!

 

🐥

[Donna]

Liebe @Hase,

Du bist sehr sprachlich begabt!  Very well written!  Dein Happy Birthday Brief ist traurig, aber eines Tages schreibt das Leben ein Happy 😊 End!  Spontan ein Antwortgedicht für das LI:

Oh, if we only knew what our futures hold.

This moment right now, we'd probably not scold. I can assure LI, one day you'll look back upon this time and say "What was I thinking?" "Someone worthy of my love was out there all along, looking, wishing me."  Let me tell LI, you are all kinds of talented, beautiful, and you define who you are.  Not the hard hurts that leave an emotional scar.  They heal, become woven in your Life's fabric.  You are already a champion to love so purely-deep and sweet and create tender lyric.  Hold your head high, always believe in yourself, keep goals in sight.

Focus on all the positives, everything right, then good things bloom.

 

Ein schönes 🌞 Wochenende wünsche ich dir.

Liebe Grüße, Donna