Feed me with your kiss... - 28.04.2009 20:55
Death.
The older I become, the more often I see you come and go. You are the uninvited guest in my territorium. Sooner or later you'll have eaten away everything dear to me.
Dying itself isn't so bad, but the waves of pain, a death causes, are crushing.
After the news that she died, I walked into my room and made myself as small as possible. I didn't want to think about how my grandfather felt right in that moment. I felt like asking for a hug, but I couldn't, ashamed as I was for my tears.
Moments later when he pulled me in his arms and I kissed him, he kissed me. The sadness flew away like water.
It was then when I realized how much I started to care and love. With tears in my eyes I embraced him.
May it last as long as possible.
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