Other Dimension

Scheinbar ist Liebe bzw sich zu verlieben absolut sinnlos, wenn man sowas in fast jedem Menschen findet der ein bisschen nett zu jemanden ist.

It’s as though you have lost your shadow, or some other constant companion. And no matter what you do or where you go, it is always there, on the edge of your perception, reminding you of what is gone.

So, when you miss someone, you look for them in the faces of those around you, in the way they move or laugh, and then you feel a little pang in your heart when the image fades and the voice changes. And the face is not the one you want.

When you miss someone who is still alive, you long for the chance to sit down with that person and simply be together, to let their presence fill the emptiness and make you whole again.