Für dich schlägt mein Herz..
The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a tellar but for want of an understanding ear.
As usual in the very young, she marvelled that people could be so selfishly oblivious to her pain and the world rock along just the same, in spite of her heartbreak.
For something to be great, there has to be some kind of trial or some type of struggle that actually makes it special or valuable to you. Otherwise, anything could be easily taken for granted.
If a person wants to be a part of your life, they will make an obvious effort to do so. Think twice before reserving a space in your heart for people who do not make an effort to stay.
..wenn man für jemanden einfach nicht gut genug ist.
If you love somebody, go for it. Don’t waste your time thinking you’re not good enough. Because life is not kind, and while you’re trying to convince yourself somebody better will come along - for you or your love - life might smash a bus into them.
I don’t want to lose you, not again. I know how hard it is to make connections. I know what it is to be lonely. It takes courage to be the one to take someone else’s hand, to trust that they won’t leave you. I won’t leave you. And I’m begging you not to leave me, please.