On the train I hear people talking about nothing… we never did that. It’s such a strange thing to see how special it was what we had. We always talked about interesting, life-changing topics, things that mattered to you, me, us, the world. I remember our email conversations, our discussion of those wide range of topics that I was always looking forward to. And I remember our talks that drifted into the private where we explored things that were hard for the both of us, topics that are difficult and that most never get to talk about. I remember your curious questions, I remember those moments of your openness, the fragility, the silence. I miss all these conversations, your mischief and care.

Today in the evening I saw a couple hug for a very-very long while on the street in front of my room and I thought I’d love to hug you like that, long and deep. Just you and me, close together. I want to cry on your shoulders and feel you, smell you, touch you, with all my heart… Love is the only thing that keeps this world spinning as it gently weaves the dreams of lovers.