07-11-2025, 09:35 PM
I was on my way home from work when a slight rumble was already in the air. Isolated gusts of wind signaled the approaching storm. The news had predicted hurricane-force winds with heavy rain. These weather forecasters always express themselves so vaguely, almost like politicians. I hurried: I had a lot of respect for thunder and lightning. The rumble was getting louder, the intervals between the thunderclaps were getting alarmingly shorter – it couldn't be long now until the major showdown between the forces of nature would occur.
At the next street corner, I was hit hard by a strong head-on wind. A strong gust of wind had kicked up sand and dirt from the street and blasted it right around my ears. I quickly closed my eyes and turned around to protect myself. Nevertheless, I could feel the stinging pain of the grains of sand on my legs and neck. I wish I hadn't worn shorts this morning, but it had been so warm early in the morning. In the middle of the intersection, the wind swirled a small tornado across the asphalt. All the paper and other trash lying around was thrown several meters into the air in this column, accompanied by repeated claps of thunder and, by now, strong flashes of lightning. Man, I hope I'd still make it to my apartment in time.
The sky darkened by the minute. Cars had already turned on their headlights, presumably also trying to get to their destination quickly. The scene was almost like something out of a disaster movie. The sun had disappeared behind the black clouds, and only a stifling, humid air reminded us that just a few hours ago it had been a beautiful summer day.
Slowly, the rain began to fall. A few people tried to brave the strong wind and bravely opened their umbrellas. But it was of little use: the umbrella behaved like a wild dog, blowing away with the wind, and its owner was drawn after it as if by a magnet. The storm took its course, gathering ever faster above my head. Even the street lights gradually came on. Black skies, gusts of wind, and increasingly heavy rain dashed my hopes of reaching safety at home. Hopefully, the storm would pass quickly. I started looking for suitable shelter.
And a blessing in disguise: Near me was an inward-facing house entrance. As hail had now started to fall, I headed for this entrance, already quite soaked. This was a temporary relief, as the storm was now directly overhead. The road was impossible to see through the heavy rain. Lightning after lightning shot across the sky, accompanied by a deafening clap of thunder. I flinched at every rumble. How about that? You counted the seconds from the lightning to the thunder and divided them by three, then you knew roughly how far away the storm was. I learned that many years ago in school. But which lightning bolt belonged to which clap of thunder? In any case, it was clear to me that I was right in the center of the storm.
The water on the streets and sidewalks stood still like a large lake. Moving cars sprayed high jets as they passed. Cyclists were simply pushing their bikes, pedestrians had long since lost their battle with umbrellas. I looked fearfully at the sidewalk sinking into the floodwaters in front of me when suddenly a figure laden with bags came running towards me. In the bright flashes of lightning, I perceived the figure as threatening. Just in front of me, amidst the thunder and lightning, a bag slipped from this person's hand, and many things scattered at my feet: pineapples, oranges, apples, and bananas flew wildly across the path.
"Damn it. Couldn't this storm have waited another five minutes?" I heard the figure curse.
Instinctively, I reached into my shoulder bag and fished out a cloth bag. I always carried a few of them with me for spontaneous shopping trips so I wouldn't have to buy those horrible plastic bags. I put my shoulder bag in the far corner of my makeshift shelter and bravely threw myself into the water to help the person rescue the groceries. We were standing directly opposite each other when lightning flashed again. I saw his face straight away. He was probably my age and wore glasses, although he probably couldn't see through them anymore. I could make out a beautifully soft face. Blond hair was plastered wildly to his face. He no longer had a hairstyle. He stood before me like the proverbial wet poodle.
"Wait, I'll quickly help you save your groceries from drowning."
"Oh, that would be nice of you. These stupid paper bags can't hold anything anymore."
We quickly began gathering all the fruit pieces and shoving them into my cloth bag. Our hands touched as we reached for the same orange at the same time. We both recoiled. Whether it was the lightning and simultaneous thunder or an electric shock from someone else, I have no idea. I just felt a beautiful sensation, one I hadn't felt in a long time – in that moment, it felt beautiful. Even though the thunderstorm had made it almost dark, I sensed a smile on his face. The next flash of lightning confirmed my feeling. He had taken off his glasses, probably to see me better. And so we stood facing each other in the pouring rain and just looked at each other.
The next loud clap of thunder tore us out of our trance. I held out the bag of fruit I'd collected.
"Here, your shopping. I'll give you the bag, I have enough of them."
"Thank you, that's very kind of you. Do you also live in this house?"
"No, I was just looking for shelter from the storm. I still have a fair way to go."
"I've only recently moved here, and since the rain probably won't stop for a while, I'd like to treat you to a hot cup of tea so you can dry yourself off a bit."
"Thanks, that's kind, but it's not necessary. I'm going to rush home now and jump straight into the shower so I don't catch a cold. I'm soaked anyway."
"No argument, you're coming up with me. And I'll make us some tea. Then, when the rain lets up, you can get an umbrella from me and then move on. But first, I'd like to thank you for your help. So let's go."
The young man pushed me towards the house entrance.
The next continuous flash of lightning caught my eye. His smile simply blew me away. No, I wasn't struck by lightning, was I? But then it was his flash of lightning that set my heart ablaze. In an instant, I was melted in his arms. And that was even though he hadn't even touched me yet. The butterflies in my stomach waltzed. I felt like I was floating. Is this being in love? I've had boyfriends before, but I've never felt like this with him.
"What's going on? Are you coming with me now, or do you want to dance another round of 'Singing in the Rain' out here?"
He started laughing. I think I just turned red. Thank God the sky was still covered with dark clouds.
"I'm not going to eat you. I just want to say thank you, and I hope you don't catch a cold out here."
He walked slowly past me, his eyes never leaving my face. Luckily, he couldn't see my confused expression in the rain. I carefully followed him to the front door. There, I grabbed my bag and stepped behind him into the still-dark hallway. He stopped, turned to me, and reached past me to the light switch. There was another bang behind me, and I jumped. But it was just the front door slamming shut.
"You're quite jumpy. What brings you out in such terrible weather?"
"I'm coming home from work. Today, for once, I didn't drive. It's for an inspection. And then I also had to work overtime."
He looked stunning standing in front of me, soaking wet. The rainwater ran from his hair down his face, forming a funny droplet under his nose. Blue, his eyes a bright blue. And his lips were beautifully shaped. He kept flicking them lightly with his tongue.
"Come on, otherwise I'll have to sweep the stairwell right away. The old woman from the first floor loves to complain. And she always knows exactly who's coming home and when. It'll definitely come in handy if the police ask for my alibi."
We stopped on the third floor, and he rummaged in his pocket for his apartment key. So, this is where my angel lived. Now, don't think I'm already showering him with nicknames, but "angel" actually appeared on his doorbell. And he looked like one, too.
In the hallway, my angel took the jute bag from my hand and I closed the door behind me.
“Just a minute, I’ll quickly take the shopping to the kitchen.”
The next moment he was back, smiling at me. We stood facing each other in silence, seemingly enjoying the moment. I don't know how long we were lost in that, but the next loud rumble of thunder made me jump again.
"Oh, sorry. The bathroom's on the left. I'll quickly get you a towel and a change of clothes. You're about my size, so this will be handy."
He smiled as he scanned me with his wonderful eyes. I wondered if he was even slightly interested in me? I looked around the hallway a bit while he disappeared into a room and spotted a large framed picture on the wall: 'La Cage aux Folles – Theater des Westens' – well, if that's not clear, I don't know what is.
"So, a large towel, a T-shirt, and shorts. There's a bathrobe hanging behind the door for you to put on. Make yourself at home, I'll make us some tea. Do you have any special requests?"
While he was explaining, my angel opened the bathroom door and turned on the light. It was small, but nicely decorated. The mirror was framed by tiny lights. There was only a small container of lip balm on the counter. A funny fish mobile dangled above the toilet. I decided to quickly hop in the shower. The warm water felt soothing after the rain and the approaching cold.
As I came out of the bathroom, I wrapped myself in my fluffy white bathrobe. Beautiful music played from the other end of the apartment.
"I'm in the living room!"
I followed the music and found myself in a beautifully furnished room. It was decorated with many plants. Against the wall stood an oversized, wine-red Loriot couch. The wall behind it was a warm yellow. On the wall opposite the window was a single, large bookshelf. Mounted on the wall opposite the couch was a 50" flat-screen TV, with a small shelf containing a stereo system below it. Numerous CDs and DVDs were scattered around it. This didn't fit at all with the otherwise prevailing order in this very tastefully furnished apartment.
My angel was standing with his back to me, pouring us some hot tea. This sight, too, appealed to me. I think I'd fallen in love again. At that moment, he turned around and flinched slightly. The very next moment, he started to smile. I couldn't help but smile back.
"In my white bathrobe, you look a bit like Udo Jürgens."
"Thank you, Cherie," I blurted out unintentionally but spontaneously, and I must have blushed quite a bit. My counterpart started laughing loudly and had to put the teapot down on the table to avoid spilling the hot brew on the soft, light carpet.
"What's your name? We haven't even introduced ourselves yet. My name is Levin," said my pretty angel.
"Wickie, um, I meant Viktor. But my friends just call me Wickie."
"Nice name. Vicky the Viking and the mighty men."
"There isn't one," I blurted out uncontrollably.
Levin took the teapot and, with a quick wink at me, left the living room.
"I'll just quickly put on something dry. Why don't you sit down or look around a bit? I'll be right back. Hey, should I throw your wet clothes in the dryer? They'll be dry in two hours."
"That would be nice, Levin," I smiled at him. Levin just nodded and disappeared into the hallway.
We chatted about all sorts of things. We drank our tea. I was surprised by his choice: it was one with a light orange flavor.
"You have many beautiful picture books. Have you been everywhere?"
He started laughing. Wow, that laughter gave me goosebumps.
"No, I don't have that much vacation time. But I plan to visit one of these countries every summer. Here, for example, next year I want to travel to Ticino for two weeks."
His eyes sparkled as he took the appropriate book from the shelf to accompany his remarks.
"My parents had spent their honeymoon there almost 25 years ago. From a young age, I was infatuated with the pictures they took there and had decided to travel there myself one day."
At these remarks, Levin became a little wistful and leafed through the illustrated book in a slightly dreamy manner.
"I usually spend my holidays on my parents' farm. It's a great place to recharge my batteries. Sometimes I even go out at four in the morning to milk the cows. We hardly ever had any holidays back then, since you couldn't just close a farm with twenty cows for two weeks. Now my parents are considering selling the farm because none of their children wants to put themselves through the stress, especially since the farm is almost completely out of profit with current milk prices."
"At least you grew up surrounded by beautiful nature. I was always a city kid who always dreamed of being in the jungle. Hence my penchant for vacations in beautiful landscapes."
"Well, as a country kid, you're happy when you can see more than ten houses in one place. That's why I moved to the big city after school for my apprenticeship. I found this urban jungle very exciting, and there was always something new to discover here, too. My parents only came here once and left after a stressful weekend."
Late in the evening we said our goodbyes, and I realized how quickly the time had flown by.
My clothes were dry, and I put them back on with mixed feelings. I wished this day would never end. If I leave now, will there be a tomorrow? Will disillusionment set in quickly and it'll just be this one lovely evening, or will we have a future? It was up to me to do something to ensure that this evening wouldn't be the end, but the beginning of something great.
I was pondering the whole time. By now we were standing in front of the front door. The storm had long since passed.
We looked at each other in silence, but neither of us knew how to bridge the silence. We both probably thought the other would say the redeeming sentence. But it never came.
I thanked him for the lovely evening. I saw a certain sadness in Levin's eyes, but I couldn't find the right words either.
So, after a rather friendly hug, I left Levin's apartment. In the stairwell, I turned on the light, gave him a quick wave, and slowly descended the stairs. Levin was still watching me as I turned around again.
I stopped on the first floor. I knew full well that if I left this building, I'd probably never set foot in it again. What did I have to lose? Did I even have anything to lose? Couldn't I really only gain?
Just back up the stairs, ring the bell, and then say the famous three words. Was this what I wanted? They were the longest seconds of my still relatively young life, but I had to make a decision. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life thinking back on those, for me, the most beautiful hours and then say, 'Why didn't you dare, you idiot!' No, I had to try.
Click!
That was the light in the hallway; it had gone out in the meantime. The red glow of the light switch spoke to me: Don't shy away, shy away from me, then quickly get back up and tell him, tell him you're in love. He's waiting for you!
I closed my eyes briefly, took a deep breath, and nodded as if in a trance. Then I slammed my palm down on the switch. It was a miracle that it didn't break. I rushed up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and stood panting in front of Levin's door.
Without thinking, I pressed the bell and didn't let go. The next moment, the door opened from the other side. That look, which changed from sad to a happy smile in seconds, was worth saying.
"Levin, I can't help it, I... I have a crush on you..."
The next moment, a sobbing, young, handsome man threw his arms around my neck and gasped:
"I'm in love with you too, Wickie."
Levin pulled me back into his apartment, and I just managed to slam the door behind me with my foot. Levin flinched briefly.
"That wasn't thunder, it was just the door"
"Then you should experience the lightning when I kiss you."
From the living room, 'Snow Patrol' with their "Just say yes" sounded to us in the hallway:
I'm running out of ways to make you see
I want you to stay here beside me
I won't be okay and I won't pretend I am
So just tell me today and take my hand
Please take my hand
Please take my hand
Just say yes
Just say there's nothing holding you back
It's not a test, not a trick of the mind
Only love
Writer(s): Gary Lightbody, Tom Simpson, Garret Lee, Nathan Connolly, Jonathan Graham Quinn
At the next street corner, I was hit hard by a strong head-on wind. A strong gust of wind had kicked up sand and dirt from the street and blasted it right around my ears. I quickly closed my eyes and turned around to protect myself. Nevertheless, I could feel the stinging pain of the grains of sand on my legs and neck. I wish I hadn't worn shorts this morning, but it had been so warm early in the morning. In the middle of the intersection, the wind swirled a small tornado across the asphalt. All the paper and other trash lying around was thrown several meters into the air in this column, accompanied by repeated claps of thunder and, by now, strong flashes of lightning. Man, I hope I'd still make it to my apartment in time.
The sky darkened by the minute. Cars had already turned on their headlights, presumably also trying to get to their destination quickly. The scene was almost like something out of a disaster movie. The sun had disappeared behind the black clouds, and only a stifling, humid air reminded us that just a few hours ago it had been a beautiful summer day.
Slowly, the rain began to fall. A few people tried to brave the strong wind and bravely opened their umbrellas. But it was of little use: the umbrella behaved like a wild dog, blowing away with the wind, and its owner was drawn after it as if by a magnet. The storm took its course, gathering ever faster above my head. Even the street lights gradually came on. Black skies, gusts of wind, and increasingly heavy rain dashed my hopes of reaching safety at home. Hopefully, the storm would pass quickly. I started looking for suitable shelter.
And a blessing in disguise: Near me was an inward-facing house entrance. As hail had now started to fall, I headed for this entrance, already quite soaked. This was a temporary relief, as the storm was now directly overhead. The road was impossible to see through the heavy rain. Lightning after lightning shot across the sky, accompanied by a deafening clap of thunder. I flinched at every rumble. How about that? You counted the seconds from the lightning to the thunder and divided them by three, then you knew roughly how far away the storm was. I learned that many years ago in school. But which lightning bolt belonged to which clap of thunder? In any case, it was clear to me that I was right in the center of the storm.
The water on the streets and sidewalks stood still like a large lake. Moving cars sprayed high jets as they passed. Cyclists were simply pushing their bikes, pedestrians had long since lost their battle with umbrellas. I looked fearfully at the sidewalk sinking into the floodwaters in front of me when suddenly a figure laden with bags came running towards me. In the bright flashes of lightning, I perceived the figure as threatening. Just in front of me, amidst the thunder and lightning, a bag slipped from this person's hand, and many things scattered at my feet: pineapples, oranges, apples, and bananas flew wildly across the path.
"Damn it. Couldn't this storm have waited another five minutes?" I heard the figure curse.
Instinctively, I reached into my shoulder bag and fished out a cloth bag. I always carried a few of them with me for spontaneous shopping trips so I wouldn't have to buy those horrible plastic bags. I put my shoulder bag in the far corner of my makeshift shelter and bravely threw myself into the water to help the person rescue the groceries. We were standing directly opposite each other when lightning flashed again. I saw his face straight away. He was probably my age and wore glasses, although he probably couldn't see through them anymore. I could make out a beautifully soft face. Blond hair was plastered wildly to his face. He no longer had a hairstyle. He stood before me like the proverbial wet poodle.
"Wait, I'll quickly help you save your groceries from drowning."
"Oh, that would be nice of you. These stupid paper bags can't hold anything anymore."
We quickly began gathering all the fruit pieces and shoving them into my cloth bag. Our hands touched as we reached for the same orange at the same time. We both recoiled. Whether it was the lightning and simultaneous thunder or an electric shock from someone else, I have no idea. I just felt a beautiful sensation, one I hadn't felt in a long time – in that moment, it felt beautiful. Even though the thunderstorm had made it almost dark, I sensed a smile on his face. The next flash of lightning confirmed my feeling. He had taken off his glasses, probably to see me better. And so we stood facing each other in the pouring rain and just looked at each other.
The next loud clap of thunder tore us out of our trance. I held out the bag of fruit I'd collected.
"Here, your shopping. I'll give you the bag, I have enough of them."
"Thank you, that's very kind of you. Do you also live in this house?"
"No, I was just looking for shelter from the storm. I still have a fair way to go."
"I've only recently moved here, and since the rain probably won't stop for a while, I'd like to treat you to a hot cup of tea so you can dry yourself off a bit."
"Thanks, that's kind, but it's not necessary. I'm going to rush home now and jump straight into the shower so I don't catch a cold. I'm soaked anyway."
"No argument, you're coming up with me. And I'll make us some tea. Then, when the rain lets up, you can get an umbrella from me and then move on. But first, I'd like to thank you for your help. So let's go."
The young man pushed me towards the house entrance.
The next continuous flash of lightning caught my eye. His smile simply blew me away. No, I wasn't struck by lightning, was I? But then it was his flash of lightning that set my heart ablaze. In an instant, I was melted in his arms. And that was even though he hadn't even touched me yet. The butterflies in my stomach waltzed. I felt like I was floating. Is this being in love? I've had boyfriends before, but I've never felt like this with him.
"What's going on? Are you coming with me now, or do you want to dance another round of 'Singing in the Rain' out here?"
He started laughing. I think I just turned red. Thank God the sky was still covered with dark clouds.
"I'm not going to eat you. I just want to say thank you, and I hope you don't catch a cold out here."
He walked slowly past me, his eyes never leaving my face. Luckily, he couldn't see my confused expression in the rain. I carefully followed him to the front door. There, I grabbed my bag and stepped behind him into the still-dark hallway. He stopped, turned to me, and reached past me to the light switch. There was another bang behind me, and I jumped. But it was just the front door slamming shut.
"You're quite jumpy. What brings you out in such terrible weather?"
"I'm coming home from work. Today, for once, I didn't drive. It's for an inspection. And then I also had to work overtime."
He looked stunning standing in front of me, soaking wet. The rainwater ran from his hair down his face, forming a funny droplet under his nose. Blue, his eyes a bright blue. And his lips were beautifully shaped. He kept flicking them lightly with his tongue.
"Come on, otherwise I'll have to sweep the stairwell right away. The old woman from the first floor loves to complain. And she always knows exactly who's coming home and when. It'll definitely come in handy if the police ask for my alibi."
We stopped on the third floor, and he rummaged in his pocket for his apartment key. So, this is where my angel lived. Now, don't think I'm already showering him with nicknames, but "angel" actually appeared on his doorbell. And he looked like one, too.
In the hallway, my angel took the jute bag from my hand and I closed the door behind me.
“Just a minute, I’ll quickly take the shopping to the kitchen.”
The next moment he was back, smiling at me. We stood facing each other in silence, seemingly enjoying the moment. I don't know how long we were lost in that, but the next loud rumble of thunder made me jump again.
"Oh, sorry. The bathroom's on the left. I'll quickly get you a towel and a change of clothes. You're about my size, so this will be handy."
He smiled as he scanned me with his wonderful eyes. I wondered if he was even slightly interested in me? I looked around the hallway a bit while he disappeared into a room and spotted a large framed picture on the wall: 'La Cage aux Folles – Theater des Westens' – well, if that's not clear, I don't know what is.
"So, a large towel, a T-shirt, and shorts. There's a bathrobe hanging behind the door for you to put on. Make yourself at home, I'll make us some tea. Do you have any special requests?"
While he was explaining, my angel opened the bathroom door and turned on the light. It was small, but nicely decorated. The mirror was framed by tiny lights. There was only a small container of lip balm on the counter. A funny fish mobile dangled above the toilet. I decided to quickly hop in the shower. The warm water felt soothing after the rain and the approaching cold.
As I came out of the bathroom, I wrapped myself in my fluffy white bathrobe. Beautiful music played from the other end of the apartment.
"I'm in the living room!"
I followed the music and found myself in a beautifully furnished room. It was decorated with many plants. Against the wall stood an oversized, wine-red Loriot couch. The wall behind it was a warm yellow. On the wall opposite the window was a single, large bookshelf. Mounted on the wall opposite the couch was a 50" flat-screen TV, with a small shelf containing a stereo system below it. Numerous CDs and DVDs were scattered around it. This didn't fit at all with the otherwise prevailing order in this very tastefully furnished apartment.
My angel was standing with his back to me, pouring us some hot tea. This sight, too, appealed to me. I think I'd fallen in love again. At that moment, he turned around and flinched slightly. The very next moment, he started to smile. I couldn't help but smile back.
"In my white bathrobe, you look a bit like Udo Jürgens."
"Thank you, Cherie," I blurted out unintentionally but spontaneously, and I must have blushed quite a bit. My counterpart started laughing loudly and had to put the teapot down on the table to avoid spilling the hot brew on the soft, light carpet.
"What's your name? We haven't even introduced ourselves yet. My name is Levin," said my pretty angel.
"Wickie, um, I meant Viktor. But my friends just call me Wickie."
"Nice name. Vicky the Viking and the mighty men."
"There isn't one," I blurted out uncontrollably.
Levin took the teapot and, with a quick wink at me, left the living room.
"I'll just quickly put on something dry. Why don't you sit down or look around a bit? I'll be right back. Hey, should I throw your wet clothes in the dryer? They'll be dry in two hours."
"That would be nice, Levin," I smiled at him. Levin just nodded and disappeared into the hallway.
We chatted about all sorts of things. We drank our tea. I was surprised by his choice: it was one with a light orange flavor.
"You have many beautiful picture books. Have you been everywhere?"
He started laughing. Wow, that laughter gave me goosebumps.
"No, I don't have that much vacation time. But I plan to visit one of these countries every summer. Here, for example, next year I want to travel to Ticino for two weeks."
His eyes sparkled as he took the appropriate book from the shelf to accompany his remarks.
"My parents had spent their honeymoon there almost 25 years ago. From a young age, I was infatuated with the pictures they took there and had decided to travel there myself one day."
At these remarks, Levin became a little wistful and leafed through the illustrated book in a slightly dreamy manner.
"I usually spend my holidays on my parents' farm. It's a great place to recharge my batteries. Sometimes I even go out at four in the morning to milk the cows. We hardly ever had any holidays back then, since you couldn't just close a farm with twenty cows for two weeks. Now my parents are considering selling the farm because none of their children wants to put themselves through the stress, especially since the farm is almost completely out of profit with current milk prices."
"At least you grew up surrounded by beautiful nature. I was always a city kid who always dreamed of being in the jungle. Hence my penchant for vacations in beautiful landscapes."
"Well, as a country kid, you're happy when you can see more than ten houses in one place. That's why I moved to the big city after school for my apprenticeship. I found this urban jungle very exciting, and there was always something new to discover here, too. My parents only came here once and left after a stressful weekend."
Late in the evening we said our goodbyes, and I realized how quickly the time had flown by.
My clothes were dry, and I put them back on with mixed feelings. I wished this day would never end. If I leave now, will there be a tomorrow? Will disillusionment set in quickly and it'll just be this one lovely evening, or will we have a future? It was up to me to do something to ensure that this evening wouldn't be the end, but the beginning of something great.
I was pondering the whole time. By now we were standing in front of the front door. The storm had long since passed.
We looked at each other in silence, but neither of us knew how to bridge the silence. We both probably thought the other would say the redeeming sentence. But it never came.
I thanked him for the lovely evening. I saw a certain sadness in Levin's eyes, but I couldn't find the right words either.
So, after a rather friendly hug, I left Levin's apartment. In the stairwell, I turned on the light, gave him a quick wave, and slowly descended the stairs. Levin was still watching me as I turned around again.
I stopped on the first floor. I knew full well that if I left this building, I'd probably never set foot in it again. What did I have to lose? Did I even have anything to lose? Couldn't I really only gain?
Just back up the stairs, ring the bell, and then say the famous three words. Was this what I wanted? They were the longest seconds of my still relatively young life, but I had to make a decision. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life thinking back on those, for me, the most beautiful hours and then say, 'Why didn't you dare, you idiot!' No, I had to try.
Click!
That was the light in the hallway; it had gone out in the meantime. The red glow of the light switch spoke to me: Don't shy away, shy away from me, then quickly get back up and tell him, tell him you're in love. He's waiting for you!
I closed my eyes briefly, took a deep breath, and nodded as if in a trance. Then I slammed my palm down on the switch. It was a miracle that it didn't break. I rushed up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and stood panting in front of Levin's door.
Without thinking, I pressed the bell and didn't let go. The next moment, the door opened from the other side. That look, which changed from sad to a happy smile in seconds, was worth saying.
"Levin, I can't help it, I... I have a crush on you..."
The next moment, a sobbing, young, handsome man threw his arms around my neck and gasped:
"I'm in love with you too, Wickie."
Levin pulled me back into his apartment, and I just managed to slam the door behind me with my foot. Levin flinched briefly.
"That wasn't thunder, it was just the door"
"Then you should experience the lightning when I kiss you."
From the living room, 'Snow Patrol' with their "Just say yes" sounded to us in the hallway:
I'm running out of ways to make you see
I want you to stay here beside me
I won't be okay and I won't pretend I am
So just tell me today and take my hand
Please take my hand
Please take my hand
Just say yes
Just say there's nothing holding you back
It's not a test, not a trick of the mind
Only love
Writer(s): Gary Lightbody, Tom Simpson, Garret Lee, Nathan Connolly, Jonathan Graham Quinn