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“If you ever ask me how many times you’ve crossed my mind, I would say once. Because you came, and never left.”

“But If you loved me Why did you leave me”

“Our love was made for movie screens.”

“Manchmal sehe ich ein Auto das so aussieht wie deins und ich halte für einen Moment die Luft an. Manchmal trägt jemand dein Parfume und meine Hände beginnen zu zittern. Manchmal höre ich dein altes Lieblingslied und mein Herz setzt ein paar Schläge aus. Manchmal tut es noch weh wenn jemand deinen Namen sagt. Manchmal frage ich mich wie es deiner Familie wohl geht. Manchmal starre ich stundenlang auf mein Handy obwohl ich weiß, dass dein Name da nie mehr stehen wird. Manchmal wache ich nachts mit Tränen in den Augen auf. Manchmal bin ich glücklich, auch ohne dich. Manchmal vergesse ich dich. Manchmal. Aber meistens stehe ich neben meine Freunden und da ist nur ein Loch tief in meiner Brust. Manchmal sehe ich dein Gesicht in Menschenmengen, obwohl du nicht da bist. Meistens bin ich erleichtert dass du es nicht wirklich bist. Ich könnte nicht damit leben, zu sehen wie du glücklich bist, ohne mich. Nicht nur manchmal sondern immer. Wie du mich vergessen hast, nicht nur manchmal sondern immer. Manchmal will ich dich anrufen. Manchmal will ich dich fragen was passiert ist. Manchmal will ich dich hassen. Manchmal will ich dich nie wieder sehen. Aber meistens tut es einfach nur weh ohne dich zu sein.”

“You know this girl. Her hair is neither long nor short nor light nor dark. She parts it precisely in the middle. She sits precisely in the middle of the classroom, and when she used to ride the school bus, she sat precisely in the middle of that, too. She joins clubs, but is never the president of them. Sometimes she is the secretary; usually, just a member. When asked, she has been known to paints sets for the school play. She always has a date to the dance, but is never anyone’s first choice. In point of fact, she’s nobody’s first choice for anything. Her best friend became her best friend when another girl moved away. She has a group of girls she eats lunch with every day, but God, how they bore her. Sometimes, when she can’t stand it anymore, she eats in the library instead. Truth be told, she prefers books to people, and the librarian always seems happy to see her. She knows there are other people who have it worse—she isn’t poor or ugly or friendless or teased. Of course, she’s also aware that the reason no one teases is because no one ever notices her. This isn’t to say she doesn’t have qualities. She is pretty, maybe, if anyone would bother to look. And she gets good enough grades. And she doesn’t drink and drive. And she says NO to drugs. And she is always where she says she will be. And she calls when she’s going to be late. And she feels a little, just a little, dead inside. She thinks, You think you know me, but you don’t. She thinks, None of you has any idea about all the things in my heart. She thinks, None of you has any idea how really and truly beautiful I am. She thinks, See me. See me. See me. Sometimes she thinks she will scream. Sometimes she imagines sticking her head in an oven. But she doesn’t. She just writes it all down in her journal and waits. She is waiting for someone to see.”