To all the souls to whom I connected or will connect in the future:
I love you all. I may love you in a hidden way, I might never tell you that I loved our moments. I dont expect anything from you. Not now, not never. But I will also not run after you. Unless I need to see you one more time and make sure that it was real.
Real. It's a strange word. It has been a strange word for a while now. It's difficult to know what is still real.
The sun shines outside and has been shining the whole day, I can't help and ask myself what the hell am I doing in the dark?
But here I am. Standing still. Waiting for a sign. A sign that it is okay to move on. That is okay to say goodbye again. That everything will be alright. We have been saying that too much these days. But my "everything will be alright" is different from the others because it has nothing to do with this virus. The virus changed many things, but didn't change the reason why I still have to say to myself that "everything will be alright".
After more than a year not much have changed. In the surface everything is different but deep down I am still that lost soul, building a path to everywhere and nowhere, smiling and waving and still saying, too often, goodbye.
AR
