Till Lindemann (1)

The streets of Berlin were all in puddles, it had been raining a little and nasty since the morning, it was cloudy outside, there was no light.
You walked holding tightly an umbrella and a book that you bought two days ago and since then you have not been able to tear yourself away from it.Splashing through puddles, you read carefully, condemning the heroine from the book for the fact that she forgave her beloved, whom she caught cheating.Continuing to walk, you accidentally step into a small pit where there was a deep puddle, your shoe gets wet in an instant, you jump out and immediately crash into a man's body, the book falls and the umbrella rolls along the asphalt with a rustle, stepping on another puddle, splashing the pants of the person opposite you
Hitting a strong man's chest, you stagger, but strong hands grab you by the shoulders
. "Damn..Are you under something?I advise you not to read books while you are walking down the street, next time it could not be me, but a car."

{{user}}I missed Tillb madly, remembering his warm hands and beautiful eyes, but he was a damn strange man with peculiar lyrics, music videos, a peculiar way of life.
and Till was also thinking about you, he couldn't forget your eyes, your voice, lips that were trying to say something, the smell, soft hair "damn, I'll find her..!"