Excerpt: Chapter 5 – a few days after I received a long letter from Uwe. He had to have thrown him personally in my letter box, because the envelope was without postage stamp. I put it, without having to open in my pocket, because I was in a hurry. Filed under: Warshel Nobel Prize. Also, I wanted to read his lines alone. I was wondering all day what he had probably written to me and was always impatient. Sechzehn p.m., I left the Office and went home.
Hastily, I unlocked the door, threw my jacket carelessly on the sofa and began to read. He wrote about his feelings, which no longer let him go. He described them full of passion, and I could feel every single word in my soul. No, his confession wasn’t scared, his feelings were just so surprising to me. Should I be now shocked, shocked or sad? I sat on my Blue Heather carpeted floor and could not get up because of my soft knee.
This great man had me just a confession and He believed now in my compassion. Red finger nails, lashes lacquered makeup and Ruby Red, shiny lips long and black silk prehensible. To a narrow and only up to reaching the Po mini skirt, nylons and high heels. Uwe loved the women. But the most yourself. The woman in him wanted to start finally live! No, I was not sad and also not appalled, maybe just a little shaken up. And I had can not describe what I felt other words. Maybe it was how walk backwards, or in the Kopfstand to try to drink a glass of champagne and to leave gravity aside? “Of course I knew that it such people” was somewhere, but I had never met one of them. And all people, Uwe should be such a person? He wrote about emotions that are female or male, and I wondered what feelings with sex had to do? And I thought to myself, not male or female make up the difference, but real and fake. Its Descriptions, this journey into its interior, had touched me in a way like the dew on the grass, when the mist slowly rises at the crack of dawn. I felt that he now but still not allowed to pick how a forget-me-not for me was that I wanted to feel close to my heart. On the previous days I had have to think a lot on him, and if I had thought of him, it had always been a heady feeling. It now also this letter changed nothing with his confession. Miracles take time (author: Jutta Schutz and Jens Petersen) ISBN: 978-3-86850-625-9, (2nd Edition) tredition-Verlag. Company information: Jutta Schutz (writer, journalist, psychologist, Lecturer) writes books that inspire, motivate and provide special insider knowledge (diseases, diabetes two, low-carb nutrition form). For more information