Er Liebt Mich
Er liebt mich...
Er liebt mich nicht...
He loves me, he loves me not. A childish game that young girls only play. I am in my thirties and I am certainly not a young girl, yet here I am. Sitting on a bench, absently picking apart a flower I hold in my hands and keeping the er liebt mich petals on the sunwarmed stone next to me. The er liebt mich nicht petals drop to the ground in front of me. I never say anything to the person-in-question the he in the he loves me not questions but I always glance at him every time I say he loves me.
And, as always, he
Every mistake can be corrected in the simplest fashion: one must simply look at it from a different perspective. Or embrace it. Where Reinhard Heydrich was concerned, Himmler chose to embrace everything as it came. It was, ultimately, the only choice open to him. Reinhard was above all unpredictable. It brought Reinhard great pleasure, Himmler great trepidation, and somehow, unavoidably, it brought them together.
Heinrich Himmler's first mistake was to bring Reinhard for a night time tour of one of his most beloved projects: Castle Wewelsburg. Heinrich Himmler's second mistake was to wax poetic about the perfect Aryan body during the c