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Paris, January 2010
The calendar says it's summer. But there is no sun. Often the weather sort of adapts to our mood, making us just numb enough to say goodbye without tears, tired enough to resist crying "don't go" out loud, apathetic enough to forget for a moment everything we might be recalling till the end afterwards...
I remember I used to play piano. I wouldn't even recall I wanted to try and play it again one day, before I was told that my old piano, the one that lived through everything with me, was already in Belgium, in my future apartment. He sent it without even asking me.
Perhaps, one day, I will give him the reason to feel proud again...
