TIME CAPSULE
It's July again and raining. I'm out in my cowboy boots, excited to see you soon. The bus isn't coming as usual and The Cranberries are singing Twenty One like they did it Scotland - I can't believe that was two years ago.
You make tea in your little apartment where all the books are neatly stacked and colour coded and I wonder where you hide the sadness you speak of.
I am not this broken girl anymore. I am not the girl I was 4 years ago, kneeling on the floor in sheer terror. Now I watch as the sunrays reach out to kiss you and think that it doesn't matter if the darkness catches up with us again. The only thing that matters is that we keep escaping it.
You smile at me and we make breakfast and plan our next holiday together and I look at you, beautiful and somehow always radiant and isn't this what love is?
Maybe it's not about escaping at all, it never was. Maybe we can create our own piece of heaven amidst all that is not. Maybe it's okay that all you did so far is to survive; maybe it's okay to wish for a peaceful life.
What I'm trying to say is I hope the world lasts for you, and you last in it a little longer, too. We can cuddle up in blankets on the couch and you can keep stopping the movie, saying it isn't like the book at all, and when it ends you can read me your favourite quotes.
Sophia Münzer, 23, Berlin - Germany ✯