Thanks... we'll meet again

This post is in English for you.

I never thought it would be so hard to put on my shoes. When the knock on the door came, I cried even more inside. Putting on my shoes seemed so hard, I did not think I would be able to do it alone. But taking longer meant staying longer with you, so I did not ask for help.
Being beside you for those moments produced feelings indescribable by any words in existence, I would need to create a new one. I miss your lips on mine, your body wrapped by my arms and mine by yours. Seeing you come down the stairs to see me as I went into the van produced a knot in my throat that kept me from saying anything. Tear rolled down as the van got away from the institute and you. The rain added a stronger melancholic effect to this all.

The last two days on Germany were great. Spending some time alone with you was all I needed. And I promise that this will repeat when we meet again.

I miss you so much. I miss the smell of your hear, the touch of your lips, the feeling of security that your hugs produced, the sweet voice that whispered in my ears what others did not need to hear, your eyes saying more words than will ever be needed, you forbidding me to say the phrase "Was zum Teufel", your hands clasped on mine, your shoulder to lean on or your head on mine. I miss you so badly. But it's all worth it. And it's not the last time, I swear. I'll go with you someday and perhaps you'll come with me too, it's all the same.
Be happy.

I would write even more, but I have to leave right now.