l’Été.
And so it now goes that once again there is an ocean between us. You have your island and I have mine. We’re simply drifting into the sunset, not knowing where we go.
But I will remember this partially as the summer where I had one magnificent day with you, and even if it comes that this was our only day together for the rest of our lives, I’ll cherish it always.
And still I just can’t help but feel it wasn’t enough …
Nothing ever is.

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(Hugs) I’m here if you want to talk.
It was far from being enough, indeed. That’s why I’m so happy you’ll be visiting me soon (well, not soon enough, of course).
I miss you very much.
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