Hamburg morning at half past six I stand here at the station. It is just after six and I'm thinking. About you. About us. About what we were. And I must realize, I do not miss you. I miss the idea of what you were. were for me. You are only some for me. And yet I often think of our nights together, our little quarrels and because we laughed together have. I still can not quite let go. Can not see that you no longer existierst. Not in the form in which I feel free. But actually, I think the sad thing is just the.
Thanks to my sister, her friend and Knut for the photos!
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