Das kann ich doch auch. Oder konnte.

Doro prahlt im Moment auf ihrem Blog mit einer spontan selbstgeschriebenen Kurzgeschichte zum Thema „dramatic love story“.

Mit solchen Aufgaben war auch ich damals in der Schule ständig betraut – unsere Lehrerin liebte sowas! Offenes Ende, unmittelbarer Beginn – ich werd’s nie vergessen… Zeit also für mich in meinem Archiv zu kramen und selbst einen zum Besten zu geben:

Miles apart inside.

Tom woke up in the middle of the night. He could hear her breath, felt her heart beat next to him. She lay in his arms, peacefully.

He was incredible happy to have her that close to him. But he also knew there was no reason to be absolutely satisfacted with that situation.

That girl on his side always was nothing but a friend to him, even one of the best friends Tom ever had. But one night, suddenly, Tom fell in love with that girl. Not that he had planned it. He even felt sorry for his feelings, felt sorry for not being able to be a good friend to her anymore.

But it was to late for regrets. He told her about his feelings and fears, told her how sorry he was to fail as her best friend. He also told her, how importand she was to him.

She was as lovely and friendly as she always was. She hugged him, looked him directly in his eyes – and told him she was in love with someone else.

She also told him that she always thought, Tom would be the perfect boyfriend to her. But her feelings were just not right… Later that evening, both fell asleep on Toms bed. It was nothing sexual, just a good and warm feeling of having her that close to him.

They nearby kissed each other, too. And also she stopped him, also she was the one who said „no“, Tom felt her heart beat faster and faster as they got closer. He was confused. Was frienship all she ever wanted? Was she just scared to terminate their actual relationship? Was it still friendship? Or did their friendship die, when he realized that he wouldn’t be able to be happy for her and any other guy?

Now he was awake, watching her sleep peacefully next to him. He knew she was worth waiting and fighting for like no one else before. But he also knew that the time after that one night was something to be scared of. It was 3 o’clock in the morning, there still were some hours of this warm feeling left.

He stroked her hair one last time, than he tried to sleep again. Knowing he might lose her forever when the morning comes…