I no longer check the forecast in your city… Deleted it… Just like that, it's possible to erase more than a couple of digits on the screen…

Of course, you'll never know about it. But there are evenings when the air smells of lilac, like back in May, and I remember how you said that this smell has been associated with the beginning of something new since childhood. I smile every time, and then I catch myself doing it.

Sometimes I buy oranges and for a second I forget that there's no one else to give those seedless slices that you hated to peel yourself. And when I hear that song in the cafe that you were humming under your breath, thinking that I didn't hear it, I want to turn around and leave. But I stay. And I just listen. I forbid myself to remember your walk when you're in a hurry and you're not in a hurry at all.

But you know, sometimes, when I see the moon-the same one, like that night, over the river-I want to believe that you're looking at it too. And even though you're far away, and I don't know what the weather is like in your world anymore, I still feel like we're sharing the same evening. The same sky. The same silence.