Is this an end of an era?, you may wonder, but I've got no answers for you today. Only one thing is certain: things have changed, perhaps for good, even though the future remains conveniently out of sight. Am I ready to let go? Ι think so.

Something has occurred, something much awaited for and yet totally unexpected. I was walking home one day, as it suddenly hit me. I didn't realize it at the time; no, not until the stars began to shine brighter than ever and the world took on the colour it takes only when...you know.

My mind is elsewhere now. I feel the urge to walk away- still, I suspect I'll miss you. I'll miss the depth and the sorrow and the charred expectations; I'll miss the unattainable promises of hope and the pain caused by their collapse; I'll miss your voice as it whispered my name, and your face, since I had to construct it from memory a million times or more; I'll miss you, wherever you go, whoever you become, and however unbridgeable the gap between us grows...

How little time it takes to turn a whole life upside down...There's nothing wrong with that, my voice of reasoning whispers. Is it all right if I stop dreaming of you for a while? Even if I say goodbye now, do I not deserve the chance to be spellbound all over again?

Another apparition seems to have taken your place. The replacement occurred smoothly and almost involuntarily- or rather, I did my best to resist the metamorphosis, but the desire to be transformed was stronger than the will to remain unchanged.

Of course I'm sceptical- what did you expect? Everyday realities may change, yet old habits die hard and I was never one to completely soak myself in the waters of certainty. They say to love is to doubt what you believe the most...or is it vice-versa?

We spent the whole winter fantasizing about it, and now it's here. When fear mingles with excitement, all you can do is hold your breath and hope for the best. How will it end, you wonder, before it has even begun to unfold. Do we try to make this work, or do we let go whilst there's still time to escape unscathed?

For no reason at all, you give a different twist to a late-night conversation by dwelling on the futility of love. What if we've become way too distant and cynical, you ask, what if we're no longer capable of true affection? What if, in anticipating the inevitable ending, we bring it about all too soon?

You repeat yourself, going around in vicious circles- the same old questions plaguing the same, sad souls. Then it kicks in. Thunders of awe and paranoia. Is this it, you whisper while you lie in the dark, longing for sleep to drown your ghosts of agony and desire in the mist of oblivion, yet struggling to remain awake so that none of these desolatingly miraculous moments goes to waste.