Unattainable love ... by Rüdiger Kaufmann (i love reading TXT) 📖

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Rüdiger Kaufmann, father of two children, works as an administrator. In 1990, he discovered his passion for writing. Today, he writes short stories. In a genre he has not been determined.

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Unattainable love ...

By Rüdiger Kaufmann 11.08.2012

I wrote to you a week ago, confessing my love. I have been waiting for a letter in response, but, so far, have received nothing. I don't know what would be worse – if you wrote to me saying you do not love me, or if you simply did not answer at all.

If only the postman would come by right now, bringing me a letter in which you say you reciprocate my love. You would ask me to visit you and upon my arrival you would take me in your arms and give me your first kiss, a kiss that would change our lives.

I dream of you and your beauty all through the night. We are walking hand-in-hand at the beach, following our footprints in the sand. Later, we sit on a rock and watch the sunset, still holding hands.

I want to touch and stroke you, and feel your soft skin. I need to hear your gentle voice whispering sweet words into my ear. There are a thousand butterflies in my stomach, and my heart beats so fast and loud that I think everyone else can hear it.

Why does life always punish me? Love is beautiful and wonderful, yet every time I seem to fall in love with the wrong girl. Right now I am sitting alone at home and have become desperate

I had always hoped we would become a couple, but it appears it was not meant to be. Where do we go from here? When I see you again in boarding school my feelings for you will still be the same. I have openly talked about my love for you, so what should I do when we see each other again? Do you wish me to respond, or shall I pretend nothing has happened?

I will be in your neighborhood and yet we are kilometers apart.

You do not see it, but at night I cry myself to sleep. I cry because I love you with all of my heart. You don’t return my love, which makes me so very sad. My tears could fill oceans.

You are out of reach for me.

There is no point in me writing any more since you have made your own decision, and therefore I must resign myself. It will be difficult for me and I wonder if I will ever be happy again. Who can tell? Who can see into the future ...

In love D....


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Text: Rüdiger Kaufmann
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Editing: Valerie Byron, author
Publication Date: 08-11-2012

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