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God's Wonderful Creatures

 June 2nd 2024

You’re the first person I wanna see after a week of that nasty cold. I always love it when we go outside, sitting across each other, I mean skinships are the best but I miss looking at each other eye to eye; that little smile every time you teases me about random things, or the way you take candid pictures of me and my haemulsundubu. 


The sky was clear, the sun was low. We walked across Mauerpark, didn’t hold hands because you were walking your e-bike with one hand and cold beer on the other. It’s been a while since our last Spazierengehen, it felt like the first dates all over again. And when we stopped at the Schönfließer Brücke, watched the sunset with shitty cigs, I swear we were about to kiss —but then these two guys stopped and told us that we are “God’s wonderful creatures”.


And they asked us if we have ever eaten pizza with Jesus, you said, “with cheese yes, with Jesus never”. And it took us a while to realized they were Church missionaries but you have entertained them too deep to end the conversation. They asked if we believe in God, he said kinda, and I said yes —but to another God; and so on and so on. It was suddenly banters around God and our faith. And then they asked if they can pray for us, in that bridge, the sun was setting, the s-bahn make its way below us, I thought to myself that hey maybe we need it. When they left, you told me that we should’ve yelled out Allahuakbar in the end of their prayers, and then run lol.


And I thought it was one of our sweetest date story. That is why I love it when we go outside; because you always looked happier, and there’s fresh air, and Berlin is beautiful, and unexpectedly romantic, and I’m sure it made you feel something inside even just for a little bit, and on a very rare occasion you’ll have some evangelicals praying for you on a bridge. Amen.

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