Tougher than the rest.<\/p>\n
Another goodbye, another one leaving. I went through Stefania’s photo collection today. She took about 200 pictures in 4 months here in Austria. And I? Sweden? Finland? The only memories I have (besides a rather small amount of pictures) are in my heart. How the summer of 2001 smelled, how the sunlight would set behind the plain around Sk?vde, Sweden. How me and Sanna slept in the car in Denmark, while a misty morning’s sun slowly threw its orange rays on the windmills around us. How we unspokingly started to accept each other as someone we can trust. <\/p>\n
I remember being in Finland for the first time, Sanna’s mom telling her not to come to back to Austria with me (for whatever reason, nowadays we perfectly get along) – Sanna decided for me and while on that plane she wrote me the most loveable note I ever received, I carry it in my purse until today: “Mixing chocolate and coffee, the latter makes the first to melt. Strong taste, a bit too sticky, to be good. Same as my mind, a bit too sticky to be clear. Throwing in water clears up the mess a bit. Same as these words: Trust on me, said by him. Yes truly him, the one that never turns his back on me. The one that has never violated the trust and still has to accomplish enormous tasks to reach it. Hopefully he believes and realizes that he is the only one, who is wanted here. It is only him, who is able to touch my soul, ruin my day or make it a perfect one in a second. It is only him I miss by my side when I am lonely. He is the one to share my tears, incompleteness and all the things to make life complicated. I hope that part is not too heavy for him, cause he’s the one to share the shiny moments as well. Thanks and forgive me. I love you.”<\/p>\n
I believe. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Tougher than the rest. Another goodbye, another one leaving. I went through Stefania’s photo collection today. She took about 200 pictures in 4 months here in Austria. And I? Sweden? Finland? The only memories I have (besides a rather small amount of pictures) are in my heart. How the summer of 2001 smelled, how the…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-359","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/359","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=359"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/359\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=359"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=359"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mindwork.net\/myblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=359"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}