I dreamt about you last night

I didn’t even think about you, why?

You’re on your wedding function, with an Indonesian girl

a Bataknese?

and there you are, standing tall amongst other

Sometimes I do wonder

How are you?

How are you doing?

How’s life?

Are you still sleeping on the couch in that scary apartment?

How’s Ingolstadt?

How’s your relationship with your mother?

How’s your father? Is he back yet from the Mecca duty?

How’s your brothers?

How’s your cooking skills? Open that pizzeria yet?

How’s your army dream? Is it real yet?

Are you married? If so how many kids do you have now?

Is she that paki girl?

How’s the bald spot? Is it widened?

How are you in this situation? Is everything fine?

Eventho we’re so different especially on the way we see things

Idk why, but I think you’re the only person that I ever be the closest with

That close

We fought much

Not seldom we were mute for days

weeks

Or months

But you came back

I came back

Apologizing

Make up

Like nothing happened before

We can talk about ANYTHING for HOURS

eventho you’re the nastiest, most blunt - short minded person in the whole world

But there’s this thing that makes us unable to keep things from each other

Like you will tell me EVERYTHING

that honesty, that attracts me the most

4 years

For 4 years we talked

Those hundreds of your desperate misscalls when the signal was really that bad between Duisburg/Darmstadt/Ingolstadt-Bekasi

Those “I already put my phone over the door Nadia!”

Those “Nadu..”

Or those sleeping together during skyping

You are by far, the only person who knows how to react correctly to my anger

No matter how I pushed you away, you won’t go

And you knows how to sooth me

Well.. what a memories

Anyway

Those dancing with punjabi songs in the background is really that annoying

And that “scheisse mann!”

I hope everything’s great at your side Umair

Thanks for the English tho!

you’re still an asshole btw