"A boy with no hair took my heart. I was warned, but I was enchanted none-the-less. He taught me cool tricks and expanded my vocabulary. He said nice things and called me 'Mein Schatz'. I wrote him letters but he never used the postal service. Every time I saw him my stomach convulsed, I guess thats called butterflies. His embrace was like nothing else, like the rest of the world had never existed and that was all. I didn't like it when he corrected me or said that I shouldn't speak in different languages because I wasn't very good. Then came the day that he told me that he didn't even know what I ate for breakfast, or if I even ate breakfast. I told him that I eat muesli with yoghurt. He said that it was just an example, that his phrase wasn't literal.
Now, he is a world away, speaking foreign languages to other girls."