I’ve recently calculated how long it’s been… But I always forget. Maybe it doesn’t matter, because it’s an eternal journey. Thank you for being part of my life, even if meeting you…, well! It was the first time we met in person, and the last time for the time being. Our children have grown up since then. As you said in your story the other day.
Your story is completely different, yet the same as mine. I feel it deeply. We are growing up now. Hm. Yes, past fifty! I hope we both make it this time. I wish we could. A thin crack in the door, through which the light of our future shines in. But there it is! It may not be a conscious exit. We may just get our hand caught in the handle, hesitantly. Because, why should we?… For whom? Oh, of course! For ourselves! But who’s me? And where does he get the love that gives him the strength to cross the threshold?
