Nadine and me never cared much about special days like Christmas, birthdays or Valentine’s Day.  Maybe we didn’t need Valentine’s Day when we were able to exchange our love every day. Now, with her gone, this becomes difficult and Valentine’s Day turned into a reminder of loss.

There’s still all that love in me and and I don’t know where to direct it – it has a clearly written nametag on it. All I could do today was make my way to the Waldfriedhof once again and stick a little wooden heart to her tree. If I only could write poetry…