Did you ever think that you know too little of people most dear to you? I understood it only after I've lost that person.
Now trying to recall him, to recreate his image completely, I see that my image lacks too many features. What book was his favorite? What was the name of his first girlfriend? What names did his mom call him in his childhood? I will never learn.
My dream now is to meet him one more time, just to sit on the bench under willow tree, and talk hours and hours. Or make some kind of personal excursion in our city. We would be passing through streets and he would tell me that this was his favorite bar where he tried tequila for the first time. And this was a building where he was hiding from rain. I want to learn him completely. To learn whom I am doomed to love for so many years…