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...