The first time I saw you was like magic. I was a waiter in “the house of beautiful skills” when you where playing piano. I never had heard such beautiful music before. I had never seen such a beautiful girl before and I don’t think that anybody could be more beautiful. You wore your hair on one side and your dress was twinkling like million stars. I knew that I was made for you in that moment.
You were so focused on the music that I don’t know if you saw me. Did you?
But you were not just into music. I saw you in the museum and you painted there as if nobody was watching. I could watch you for hours. I wished I had the courage to speak with you but then this guy came and you enjoyed speaking with him so much. I went home, but I knew he wasn’t the right for you.
I tried to keep away from you but I couldn’t. I watched you through one of the windows of your house how you played the violin. It sounded so beautiful but your real passion was the piano.
I often came to watch you. Maybe this was not right or common, but how should I have spoken to you without knowing more about you?
Sometimes you jogged outside. I hated the reason for this. Your mother said to you that you have to make sport to keep you figure. You are so amazing no matter if you make sport or not.
I watched how your mother came back from work and how you went to high school. I saw how you greeted your father when he got home. I saw how you liked to keep inside with your family.
But time never stops. You grew older and you wanted to see a bit of the world.
I went into a cafe and there you were. I knew that this was my chance to finally talk to you. You and me. It was destiny.
I sat down at the other side of your table. You smiled friendly at me.
You had the most beautiful smile I ever saw. You didn’t look away when I took a photo of you.
You just asked me friendly why I did so. I said that I saw you at your first performance and that I were at all the others that followed. I said that you would be a star soon. You smiled just friendly and a bit shy and said that you weren’t that good. But you know what? You were even better than all these stars cause you had really talent and that you are gifted.
Too soon you excused yourself and went home. You were even more amazing than I thought. You were the only one who wanted to speak with me.
I followed you from this moment on everywhere. You started to go swimming. I couldn’t take my eyes of you. Your mother really should never say something to you. You were perfect and your name fitted you so well. Angel … You were really an angel …
When you saw me you didn’t turn your back on me. No. You sat down next to me and asked me if I wanted to swim with you.
We had so much fun together. I saw it. I felt it. You loved me too. It had to be this way.
I decided to make the next step and I knocked at your door. I was happy when you came and opened it.
You didn’t let me in. You asked me what I was doing here and how I knew your address. You weren’t afraid of me. It couldn’t be.
I tried to say you that I loved you but you were suddenly so cold. It was because of your parents right? I was too old for you but this were just a few years. They would understand.
You looked so sad. You said I should go and never speak with you. I hate your parents. It was all their fault. We were made for each other how could they try to separate us? We would run away as soon as you were eighteen. Then they couldn’t keep us from being together.
Your father stormed outside and yelled at me. He said he would arrest me if he would see me ever again near your house. And you? You just stood there and didn’t say anything.
I asked you if you really wanted me to go and you said yes, but your eyes said something different.
You hugged your father. How could you hug him after he was so mean to me? You were just confused. It had to be like this.
I knew I should not come to your house again. I just had to. I made a key and went into your room. I saw the postcards of your relatives. You were dreaming of seeing the world and I would come with you.
I took a few photos of your room. I wanted to be as close as possible to you.
I sat on your bed. I just couldn’t stop imagining to watch you sleeping. You would be so beautiful and peaceful.
I started to imagine how our first time would be. How it would be if you just came in and I would kiss you. I would undress you and kiss your naked skin.
I imagined how your lips would taste. How you would whisper that you loved me the whole time and that I was the perfect man for you.
But instead of this you spent your time with this guy. He didn’t deserved you. Not even as friend.
You started playing the guitar. This was not your passion. It was the piano. Why couldn’t you see this?
Then your birthday came. You finally become eighteen. Nobody could separate us anymore. You were mine.
The day after your birthday your parents went to an important business dinner and you stayed at home. You said that you wanted to do your homework and go asleep. You were such a good liar. You just wanted them to go so that you can be alone with me. Right?
I let myself in. You turned around at the sound of my key.
You were so shocked. But you knew this day would come. I started to say you that we could finally be together but you were so afraid of me. I never did something to you and I never could.
I just wanted to take your hand, but you struggled back. I NEVER DID YOU SOMETHING.
You screamed for help and I lost control. I hit you, but I apologized. Why did you still not want me to touch you? Why are you trying to run away?
I wrapped my arms around you. You tried to escape and I said you that I would hold you until you calmed down. You were fighting and you tried to push my hands away. I hold you until you stopped fighting. I let you out of my arms and you fell to the floor. I softly stroke through your hair. Then I heard the sound of the car of your parents. I kissed your cold getting cheek and whispered I would come back to you. You weren’t breathing. I panicked. Your parents would be here any minute. They would know what to do.
I ran away. You were still alive. I would have to hide for a while because your father is a secret agent but I would come back to you.
I looked at the pictures I had taken of you. No. You were happy and alive. I would never harm you. We were made for each other.
YOU HAD TO BE ALIVE. I WOULD NEVER HURT YOU. I LOVE YOU FOREVER.