Is it okay that I miss you?
Because I do.
The time was scarce, but I still got to feel all of it with intensity. Your adorable face when you smile, the cute childish way you blink your eyes when you quite agree with something.
I cannot help it when you blush just the right amount and make this little laugh when you receive a compliment. It contrasts with your seriousness and robust voice.
You're like when water meets the icy winter ground, or when the autumn trees are stubborn enough to persist in a wintery and snowy forest.
You are strength and tenderness, you are cute and wild, and I am quite sure I adore your complexity.
I miss how I know beforehand your reactions, but you are still able to surprise me. I miss how weirdly German you are, and yet not at all.
I miss the easiness and how you drag all attention towards you.
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