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Let go, turn around again.
Leave it behind before it starts to rain.

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Silence. It´s quiet. So quiet that I can hear how the rain is drumming the roof above me.
It reminds me about something that I had almost forgot. It reminds me about you.
Memories start to return in my mind. I remember those rainy summerdays which we spent
sitting next to the window. Window, that was like a gate to another dimension.

I begin to remember details about you. Details that made me to fall in love with you.
Your eyes. So bright and blue that even the most beautiful sky couldn´t challenge them.
You were beautiful.

Knock on the door. Could it be true? Could it be you who´s behind that wooden door?
I almost run to the door and tear it open, not even trying to look calm. Then I realize
something that I had already expected in my mind. It wasn´t you. Just some scouts asking
for money. I take my wallet and give some money for them. My hands are shaking.
-Thank you, sir. Are you OK, sir? Asks the other of the scouts.
-Yeah, I´m just fine, I answer.
I close the door and feel weak. I fall to my knees on the floor. Tears are falling against cold stones just like the rain outside my window. It´s still quiet.

No, it wasn´t you behind my door. How could I even be so stupid? You´re gone. Gone forever.
I lost you. And now I miss you.