Skinny Love - English Version

  My lips gently caressed his. His lips were warm and soft. I had to smile. When I rose I saw that he had opened his eyes and watched me with his beautiful green eyes. I froze and felt my face blush. Embarrassed I blinked and tried to smile an innocent smile. Slowly he arose and suddenly he sat really close next to me. Without speaking he stretched out a hand and gently run through my hair. He embraced my neck with his hand and pulled me up close to him to kiss me. We had already kissed countless times. But every time this unique prickling ran through my body anew. I wondered whether he felt the same way I did.
  Our lips parted and we looked at each other.

  "You are gorgeous", he whispered and stroked my cheek. Without even knowing I slightly tilted my head and nestled up against the warmth of his hand. "I always want to look at you."

  I smiled again. Then I closed my eyes and enjoyed his touch, the feeling of his skin against mine. All of a sudden his hand was gone and on the spot, where it had been a moment ago, an ice-cold something spread. It covered my whole skin, entered my body, and took possession of me. My thoughts froze, everything went cold.

  When I looked up the next time everything was black. I blinked confused and looked around. Everywhere around me were people, I didn't even know most of them. They had lowered their heads and their faces were deathly pale. Everybody wore black clothes. We were sitting in a church; it was very cold in here.

  And now I remembered what I was actually doing here. My gaze went above all the heads and stopped at the view of the framed photo in the front. It showed the one human I was able to touch just a few weeks ago. He had held me in his arms, always told me how much he loved me, that he would never leave me, that we would grow old together. But now I was the only one to grow old.

  I wasn't able to cry. The iciness has swallowed every single emotion I was able to feel. In this state of trance I sat on the hard bank poking into my back, but I didn't feel that. I hardly felt anything anymore. Just the emptiness that had spread out in my heart I was able to sense in a grotesque way.

  My throat tightened painfully, my eyes shimmered of unshed tears. Suddenly I had to think of the song Skinny Love by Ed Sheeran. Not even half a year our love had lasted, he had made it impossible for this love. And for me, too. But no, I admonished myself, they say that the love lives on, don't they? But how should that be possible if there is no fertile earth on which it can grow? If everything is covered in ice?

  I sat there shivering, in front of the coffin of the person I had ever truly loved, and wondered how to melt the ice. Who might hold that tiny flame which has the power to turn the winter into summer.