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are on the table, candles, imBackofen fresh, crusty rolls that exude the wonderful aroma of a bakery, often there is also a croissant and pretzels on the table or a cup of hot coffee. Cherry and raspberry jam are lined up next to the honey and chocolate, different kinds of meat, a tasty sausages, some cheese, a (washed tomato), fresh milk and cocoa, on the breakfast board an egg cup with a soft-boiled egg. . . from the living room soft music swells in the kitchen. . . No, it is not Sunday. . . it's just a normal morning, 06:30 in front of you sits a freshly-shaven and well-kept man who smiles at you and asks you, while he cuts open to you if you lack a hot roll or something. . . you smile back fondly we enjoy the few minutes before we shared tears of public transport and the daily work of our little luck. . . a few meters to the subway and then 2 stops by bus. . . there you go


CUT. . . Change of scene. . .


It is 5:45 sings his song as Eros Ramazottis L 'Aurora from my phone. A nice Alarm clock. As fog dissolve the last confused dreams disappear into nothing and it is to get up at the time. A hand reaches for me, unfortunately without intent, it notes only that I must have sweated in the night again. The morning is just as dark as the flat and bare feet I tap on the bottom of ice-cold, half-blind to the bathroom. Some music from my phone quietly, quacks like a good thing that it is Internet radio. I wash my hair and actually find a single towel. From the toothpaste tube is able to squeeze me with extreme force a last effort, pea-sized residue. should indeed be a new one somewhere, I remember. . . a cursory Blick in den Drehschrank. Fehlanzeige . . .

Mein Weg führt mich wieder zurück ins Schlafzimmer, zu Dir ans Bett, mit dem Gedanken im Kopf, dir beim ausziehen vom Nachthemd zu helfen und dann mit meinen warmen Händen deine großen *piep* zu *pieeep* . . . . Mmh? . . . Du klingst erkältet, dann wohl doch keine guter Moment, um zu kuscheln oder Fieber zu messen . . . Ich mache das Bett und tapse in die Küche. Sie ist kalt und leer. Gähenende Leere im Brotkorb und das fahle Licht der Dunstabzugshaube beleuchtet schwach die ebenfalls leere Arbeitsplatte. Ich schaue im Froster nach und nehme ein tiefgefrorenes Roggenbrot heraus, was eindeutig Ähnlichkeit mit einem Ziegelstein hat. With difficulty I break off a few slices and stuff it in the toaster, which then gives off a little heat. In the fridge I discovered next to an expired cottage cheese, which you can eat but still, some sausage, plenty of cheese and 2 slices fresh bread, which I had brought along as a precaution in order to eat on the work of something. I grab another abundant bananas to brown and the rest of tomato salad from last night. At noon, the rich probably grade I think, as I store everything in my gym bag.

As the rye bread steaming jumps from the toaster, I distribute the raspberry jam on which I had also brought a few days ago. A little appetite Mümmel I on the bread around but the sugar in the jam and cocoa, which I've been hot in a small pot so that it stops me shiver, will hopefully bring the think tank on my shoulders going.

you come into the kitchen,'ll cut 2 slices from a cake, is connected to almost silently into the living room and begin to immerse the cake in your cold cocoa. I sit down to do so. . . On television we see as a zookeeper feeds a penguin, then news, a 16-year-old has been hit by a freight train, dead. . . Nick goes to Spongebob. . . for a few minutes, the sad thoughts of the fly dead teenager, this sponge and his starfish and the demented Tentakelviech succeed to make me laugh. . . but only briefly, I want you to not stress so. . . and turn around again. A few more minutes of music from VIVA and MTV. . . Then it's off to the cold gray November morning. . . freeze at the bus stop freezing, at the station while we wait for the crowded Regiozug freeze at the central station comes to the Schlenkibus let me happily tilts at my company. . .


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What do you really?

What do you really? . . . It can give a clear answer to this question? . . . now, it would be nice but it's not very likely. . . For thus made, the question is far too imprecise. To provide answers, it should read "What you expect?" or "What are you looking for?" and then one would have to call an area of life to which the question is intended. When it comes to the question about the money, have a sport or professional goals, it is about personal happiness, it's about who you want to be really quite profane, or is it just a question of where to spend your next vacation or what you want to eat dinner ?

Personally, I am currently employed in the question of context, when it comes to my personal happiness. "What I want?" or "what I want?" if a relationship is discussed. . . Some people get alone with the question already sweating. . . I do not. . . In fact, I know that. . . or my imagination or is that just? At first glance it seems as if an answer very easily. . . Be happy. . . but that's somehow cheap. . . Quark, the will but anyway everyone. . . So now when I leave a little more time and wander only a very brief moment of thought in the past few years, then bring I still feel a certain uneasiness rising in me. . It seems rather to be that I just exactly what I no longer want? I will no longer be the way I used to be true, I do not want what I once had. Coldness, indifference, emotional coldness, boredom, daily life, old, will do no more, no more reach, expect nothing more. . .

I must recognize that an answer to the question "What do I expect from a relationship" significantly more complex, is much more sophisticated. It is enough just to say not just "I want to love and be loved"? Wrong it is not safe. . . But what does this mean for the individual, "Love" and "be loved". Everyone does it on its way and what if the messages sent or received "incompatible" are. What if I believe with all my love and all that I give, as a raindrop falls into an ocean? . . . . What if I "loved" would, with all the force that a person is available and it shows but much effect as a mouse yell at a lion. This would mean however, that the mouse is almost desperate. Can it really be that love is so different that you do not understand / notice when you receive? or is it rather the case that some people have never experienced zu lieben und denken Sie lieben mit aller Kraft so als würden Sie mit einem Auto Vollgas fahren und dabei haben Sie noch nicht einmal den ersten Gang eingelegt.

Die Frage sollte nicht heißen, "Was erwarte ich" oder "Was will ich?" Sie muß vielmehr heißen "Was wünsche ich mir . . ." . . . Ich wünsche mir, dass eine Beziehung mit jedem Tag wächst, dass sich die Distanz mit jedem Tag verringert und das Vertrauen wächst, bis man eins wird. Ich wünsche mir, dass die Frau, die mich liebt, sich mit mir erst vollständig fühlt, so wie ich mich mit Ihr erst komplett fühle. Ich wünsche mir, that you are not a burden but as a pleasure feels to be with me. I hope that one feels at home there where the partner is. Is it too much when I wish that my partner is also my best friend. Just as friends who can never have enough of each other. The partner's best friend with whom one can do anything, to love, can always tell the truth and yet never let go of each other can. . . maybe I'm just a sentimental fool . . . I realize that life is not "a wish" and the opportunities that fulfill my vision of an ideal relationship, about as large as six with the lottery Super6

And yet. . . I hope that we can argue about everything and yet is united again and again. This one never has the feeling of losing, but you always win, that you will always get the desired and also said. I want people to think of me when I'm not there, that gives me little pleasure. I hope that someone says to me that I meant everything to him and I wish passion, devotion, lust. I hope that someone finds me attractive that I work concern that near me, my heat, my body die Lust darauf auslöst mit mir zu schlafen . . . .

All das was ich mir wünsche . . . empfinde und gebe ich selber . . . und es bereitet keine Mühe. Mein Antrieb das zu tun, so zu denken und zu lieben wird von der Liebe genährt, die ich bekomme.

Vielleicht ist Liebe ohnehin ein viel zu starkes Wort. Völlig überbewertet und vollkommen abgenutzt hat es vielleicht keine Wirkung mehr. In einer Beziehung kann man nichts erwarten, entweder man bekommt das wonach man sucht, was auch immer das Alles ist oder man bekommt es nicht.

Nur wenn man es nicht bekommt . . . wenn man die Maus nicht schreien hört . . . was dann? Ich bin kein Maßstab, wie in einer Beziehung geliebt werden soll, aber wenn man sich umschaut, sieht man positive als auch negative Vorbilder, von denen jeder selber ableiten kann, was in einer Beziehung alles normal sein kann wenn sich 2 Menschen gefunden haben. Wenn der Partner als eine Bereicherung des eigenen Lebens empfunden wird und nicht nur als eine Sache, ein Ding was eben auch noch da ist. Selbst Kinofilme vermitteln wie in einer Art Lehrfilm, wie schön es in einer Beziehung sein kann, wenn Partern sich gegenseitig umeinander , Try if you give the feeling that you want to share your life. If the intention is not there to do the same to feel that way. . . one could emulate you to feel this happiness too uma or you prefer it that easy to dismiss everything as fiction and to find for himself that there must be enough if we simply there. The power to

me explain narrowing. . . I can only hope that you can do in me to look and then find out that I am worthy and that I have missed you all your life. not deserve

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