Three German Days Left.

How could I have refused to cry? I love her.

I've been deeply in love with Jasmin for nearly two years now. She's the most generous, beautiful, gentle, adorable young woman I know. I am so happy to be the one girl she loves. Her chosen one. And if we work for it, this won't change during the next eleven months.

I could hardly hold my tears back when I said goodbye to her mum and dad, whom I really like and who have done a lot for me during the last two years, but when she hugged me the first time it became bloody difficult. The second time, I had a pretty lot of tears in my eyes. The third time, we both cried heart-rendingly. I can only say it again: I love her.

Home again, we bought some last stuff and then my sister Sylvi came. I gift-wrapped all the presents for my host family and my mother and I packed some more clothes and other things. Now I'm just listening to music and thinking of my beloved Jasmin.

Darling, this one's to you and our relation:

♫ I'll cross the sea for a different world. [...] In many years they may forget this love of ours or that we met, they may not know how much you meant to me. [...] Without you now I see how fragile the world can be. [...] In my heart you'll always stay. ♫  

Jeez, it's getting serious.