Now while I am walking I imagine you with me, quietly walking next to me, just like you used to do.
Ofcourse, I didn’t speak any of your languages, you neither of mines.
I remember those days so well, how you filled up my emptiness with silence. How I kept talking without excpecting any reaction and how just the sound of your steps that were accompanying mines was enough to keep me satisficed. And then, when you opened your mouth, only three words would come out.
Sadly the only three words I was not able to offer you.
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