Ich liebe dein Lachen.
Ich liebe deine wunderschönen Augen.
Ich liebe deinen Geruch.
Ich liebe deine Stimme.
Ich liebe den Geschmack deiner Lippen.
Ich liebe deine Fehler.
Ich liebe deine Macken.
Ich liebe dich.
Nichts ist schöner als zu wissen, dass du Zuhause auf mich wartest, wenn ich von der Arbeit komme. Am Abend mit dir auf dem Sofa zu liegen, zu kuscheln und unsere Lieblingsserie zu schauen. Im Bett Arm in Arm einzuschlafen, deinen Herzschlag zu hören, deinen Geruch zu riechen und am Morgen als erstes dein verschlafenes Gesicht zu sehen.
I was ready to open my arms for you. I was ready to make room for your lips on my skin. I was ready to be your home. You, on the other hand, never truly seemed ready for anything. I could never tell where your mind was or where it wanted to be, but now it’s clear to see that you’re moving on from whatever we had. Now I just have to wait for the end, even though we never really began.
Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: I was falling in love but you were confusing, I didn’t know if you even liked me. But you have to move on and I am stuck here waiting for everything to finally be over.
I can’t seem to put myself first. The darkness is too thick, but your joy reminds me that light exists. So, I try to help you find it. I wish I could find my own. I wish you’d help me, but you don’t know how bad things are. You don’t know how often I wish it would all end, and I can’t bring myself to tell you. If only I could be happy for real.
Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: a suicidal girl that tries to make everyone happy and fulfilling their needs and ignoring herself and her own happiness. She wants her parents to be happy but she is breaking inside.