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Another first unniversary.
1st if August 2020 at 5:00 pm.
Do you remember?
Warsaw Uprising at city centre and then walk by the Wisla.
It was Saturday if I am not wrong.
I had you next to me.
I could look into the most marvelous face in this world.
Another beauty reminds.
And today? How are you? What do you do? Where you are?
My Sweetie. My Darling. My Everything
30 of July 2020 19:00
We made an appointment at Dworzec Wilenski and went by the Wisla. I look at photos from that day. How happy we were. How happy I was. For the first time in my life. And Julunia. How beaty, how good.
And how I look today, how sad, how depressed, how pointless to live longer. When my happiness is far away. When my happiness dont want to contact me. When I even have no idea is She fine, She struggle as me, or she forgot and run a normal life, maybe with someone new next to Her.
I do what I can to survive from one day to another. Its crazy difficult. With Her next to me, without fears, lies, would be millions time easier.
I will never go by the Wisla again. Everything reminds me her.
Our messages and photo left me. And talking to Her. Hundreds time per day. Without answers.
One year ago at this time.... what a day, what an evening...
Julcia???
Taaaak?
Its very warm evening. Lets go for a walk. To our round in Piaski.
Yessssss.
Many many times I think about our meeting after this break. How it would look? What would happen?
I would just run towards her, hug and put ocean of tears, standing in hug.
I dream about this many times. I love her without end... 101 days whitout.
How much I miss our walking, lie on a bed, games in the evening, badminton now in summer time. Our every seconds together. I will give everything, to live poor till end of life, to bring it back.
I talk to her hundreds time daily and imagine, play her answers... How many people would say I am mad. But only this let me survive. Imagination that she is next to me.
Today is 100 day when I last time in my life was loved, was kissed, holded by hand, hugged.
100 days of sadness, worse and worse every day.
100 days when I love someone who hates me.
100 days of nonsense.
100 days of silence.
I will never stop love. Dont know how long I will live. Sure is that till last breathe I will think only about her...