I was just… looking through old, very old archives. Like… first conversations and so on. It’s the first time in months. I’m crying. I can’t take it, it’s just… there was such a feeling, and overall feeling, situations, features of the time that won’t ever come back. It’s something I can never have again. And it’s so beautiful, so beautiful. So exciting, heart-filling.
But it’s not that it’s past I am crying about. It’s not that there’s no way for it to happen again, to be like that. It’s just… no, I can’t. I just can’t.