fall ... I usually will not start until I turned around.
farewells have the strange habit to become only noticeable when they are gone already.
The last few minutes I spend me a heap of clichés. "Good luck", "Enjoy your first days", "Good Travel "," Have fun with your friends "... Of course, I mean all honest, but it's not what I say to her. It is not the sentences that I want to tell my sister when we see each other for a few months for the last time in the eyes And when I say that. "See you soon, take care, goodbye" then that's not a farewell, as we hug one last time and they replied a few words of thanks ...
was only when I turn around when she slams the car door and howl of the engine when I climb the stairs to the platform, only then I can think of words that I would have liked to say. A few real feeling that I should indeed wrote in the letter, which is now in one of her suitcase, but that would have been more valuable, I would have told her in the face.
My heart is heavy, my eyes filled with tears, the urge to say to her: "I love you" is almost painful. But now it's too late. The departure is sneaking secretly and has overtaken me.
Now I leave the words on the day when we meet again. Then hopefully I will have to speak my heart and not only my mind.
The last few minutes I spend me a heap of clichés. "Good luck", "Enjoy your first days", "Good Travel "," Have fun with your friends "... Of course, I mean all honest, but it's not what I say to her. It is not the sentences that I want to tell my sister when we see each other for a few months for the last time in the eyes And when I say that. "See you soon, take care, goodbye" then that's not a farewell, as we hug one last time and they replied a few words of thanks ...
was only when I turn around when she slams the car door and howl of the engine when I climb the stairs to the platform, only then I can think of words that I would have liked to say. A few real feeling that I should indeed wrote in the letter, which is now in one of her suitcase, but that would have been more valuable, I would have told her in the face.
My heart is heavy, my eyes filled with tears, the urge to say to her: "I love you" is almost painful. But now it's too late. The departure is sneaking secretly and has overtaken me.
Now I leave the words on the day when we meet again. Then hopefully I will have to speak my heart and not only my mind.