Jun 22, 2005 11:59
Christoph said, "Wenn es nicht für den Akzent wäre, würde keiner merken, dass du keine echte Deutscherin bist. Aber er hört sich sehr cool an." And then he kissed me.
I try to avoid drama for the most part, aside from that which takes place under glaring lights and three pounds of stage makeup, but sometimes it searches me out in the darkest corners where I lie trembling, not knowing how to respond and with no bock to try.
I didn't kiss him back. I couldn't do that to him or myself after what took place in Berlin. And I couldn't explain that to him, either.
And there is no "happy end" to this story. In its stead rage a torrent of emotions that no language has the capacity to identify.