15 January 2006

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tomorrow will be 3 years to the day when i saw the love of my life the first time.

i missed her train, it was on the other side of the station and 40 minutes earlier. i hung out for a while, went for a coffee, and she didn't have an american quarter to call my cellphone. so i was drinking coffee and getting pisses; she was asking people for a quarter and getting pissed. it all became utterly unimportant when we looked each other in the eyes.

few months later, she suddenly died.