melancholia

and while going home I was thinking, that unfortunately all those marvelous moments are flying away, they're so far, somewhere in the fog.
And we're here. But what's wrong with us? Sometimes I feel like it's some kind of obligation for you, some kind of role. In this case, don't wanna be part of it. At the same time I do understand that it's an amazing luck - to meet the person like you among thousands of people. And I suddenly realised: these months are last.

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