...i can't be sure of what i was expecting, really. To be expecting some kind of...emotion? Or maybe even some kind of silly happiness: The kind you feel after finding an old friend randomly down the street. Anyways, i was probably foolish in expecting any kind of anything after a year of silence. Funny, because i used to be crazy about you. Absolutely crazy about you. Now, i feel...nothing. Nothing at all...and it's little scary. Exactly a year ago i wished you the same wish...but i did not dare say more. What more should i pursue when i am a man with nothing? What right have i? Today, the same words...but more. Because i am a little more capable of handling things, handling life now. ...and you're still the expert conversation killer as in the past...actually i kind of doubt you still remember who i am...and that's all the cue i needed to know that it is time to leave. Thank you for being there during university - It was a lot...