so i write again and ask you if you can help me. but you have so many excuses and in the end you are too busy and you are sorry and thank me for the consideration. i say: it´s all good and may God bless and keep you always. and I feel: I will never see you again.

I am running down on the sand along the beach towards the Pier. The sun is shining on my bare back and I see the mountains carry their secrets and burdens solemnly. I know: I will never see you again and in a way that makes me feel calm and peaceful. It was our time, a long time ago, and now it has gone. We have trespassed into new eons and universes. We will never meet again.

And I remember how I told you once about that song we sang in school and how i was secretly worried that this would become true for us one day as well:

O ye'll tak' the high road, and Ah'll tak' the low (road)

And Ah'll be in Scotlan' afore ye

Fir me an' my true love will ne-er meet again

On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'.

 

 

And I think it has come to pass and I know it is good.