I don’t know how long we sat, eyes closed, cuddled in bed trying to listen to the others heart beat. There were only vibrations, no more tic-tocs.
A big nothing, not even a buzz or a sting in the ear. Absolute silence. One hour felt like a day.
And we both thought this must be a nightmare or at least a bad joke.
How could the world go silent?
When I woke up that Sunday morning there was a slight drizzle outside. I laid in bed for a while staring out the window. I finally got up, watched him sleep for a moment and enjoyed the silence of the house.
I thought it was nice, peaceful and even quiet; he could have a couple more minutes of rest after the crazy rock’en’roll night.
So I started to make breakfast humming my favorite German song. 5, 10, 15 minutes and my own voice started to fade. No more sound of boiling water in the tea pot, no sound of knife cutting the butter.
I covered my ears trying to block out the silence. Nothing changed.
That’s when I ran to the bedroom scared. “Say something, talk to me, I’m going deaf” and he didn’t woke up.
We talk, we whisper, we sing, we scream and shout.
No one is hearing us. Not even our selves.
‘Cause we do not hear. We only act like it now.
The day everything stood still and all sound just turned off feels like yesterday.
So many people out there went mad. I nearly snapped too when the silence came.
I got scared of myself tonight.
So fucking hard to be inside my head, so many ups and downs.
Why do i have to live everything to the extremes?
Like any other year, about now is the time when people start asking what you do for Christmas or New Year’s.
Like any other year I have no clue.
Ideas ? Joint celebration ? Anything?
Hehe, Me and Mau have been traveling.
And Gri traveled with us to Budapest, Prague and Bratislava too.
Go see his adventures here.
Waving exercise for making the Czechs smile while caught in traffic
I don’t need you to try and be superman for me, I just need you to be there.
Any battles we have, I want to face them together.
When I’m mad at you, I want you to kiss away the anger.
When I ignore you, I want you to give me attention.
When you’re out, I want you to have a good time but don’t tell me you’ll talk to me if you won’t.
I like it when you’re bold and you do something unexpected for us.
I like being adventurous with you, trying new things and not caring about what people think.
I love your body- stop being so conscious about it or you’ll make me more conscious of mine.
I like wearing your clothes because they make me feel wrapped up in you.
I’ll always wear the jewellery you buy me because looking at it makes me smile.
Don’t say things just to please me, it only makes me happy if you mean them.
I care about what your friends/family think about me.
Sometime i would rather you try cheering me up if you know somethings wrong, rather than you asking me if everything is ok.
I never forget anything. Everything we’ve talked about i remember.
I love holding your hand, I don’t care who’s around.
You being unhappy breaks my heart more than if you break up with me.
I like looking at you while you drive because I notice more things about you that I think are adorable.
Sometimes i want to make an extra effort with my hair or make up or outfit . This is to make you feel more proud of me being your girlfriend and so you may think “wow, I’m lucky”… it means i’d love for you to notice.
When I say less, most of the time it’s because I want you to say more.
I like it when you put your arm around me. In the cinema, on the sofa.. wherever.
I’d rather you act consistent in the way you treat me/act with me so that my emotions can be consistent too. This would cause less fights.
I hate me nagging just as much as you do.
I want to be the best thing that ever happened to you because you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.
Directly, or indirectly, everything we write is for someone.
I used to write for myself.
Now I write for you.
To see you smile, to annoy you sometimes but mostly to let you know what I miss telling you in real life.
* and yes, no pictures yet …
The book of Meow 