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Sometimes I think... Are we doing things right?
I hope so.
LOVE IS WAR
Why did I throw all my plans and ambitions overboard and went to this place?
This hell...
I want to help people... People in much more difficult situations than ours.
But am I really making this world a better place?
The world is so big and I feel so small.
Isn't it bad to leave the opportunities that other people don't have?
Since our farewell at the train, I see you running towards me.
Again and again.
First very small and far away. Then faster and faster.
You come closer and closer.
I don't know how this will turn out to be. But I do know that I am going to see much of this world.
Wanderlust flows through my veins. The urge for adventure and hunger for romance.
Suddenly a bed stays empty.
Again.
The world stopped turning this afternoon.
Music doesn't count anymore...
I feel egoistic to have these emotions.
My sweet, dearest Julia,
The fact that I can still see my own beaten hands.
Still can feel the rain and wind, welting on my skin.
Still can sense the taste of sorrow. And still experience the sound of my own breath.
That makes me feel very strongly how worthless things can be infinitely valuable.
On one side I feel so happy that at least I still have you.
I'm flurried because you exist.
But in the same time I feel also desperate, because of all the madness that is happening over here.
This horror.
I'm cold.
So thoroughly cold.
My heart cries.
I have too much grief.
You' are very sweet. Incredibly sweet.
Kiss, Rico.