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About burning memories and distance
It’s funny how life sometimes throws feelings and memories at you that you haven’t felt in a long time. And which are suddenly as fresh as a tattoo – under the skin. How unstable does the current reality sometimes seem, if you let yourself be seduced by what used to be for just a moment? Was that ever really me? And am I really the escort girl I think I am today? I was 14 when we met for the first time, kissed for the first time, and broke up for the first time. At 18 it was the last time. In between, there were 4 years in which I had to recover from the grief you put me through. And in which you somehow kept coming back to me. A little more each time, a little more intense each time. In these four years, you have made my life exciting and worth living and at the same time, I have never been hurt as badly as in these four years. The first kiss, the first lovesickness, the first lies I told my parents to stay with you overnight – only to be left by you a short time later.
