How are you?

It's not a short story, is it? Time always casually rolls around and may a few pieces of memory be retained? In a prospective future, like you expected, we will never have intersections any more. New guys walk into our circles to fill up the blank and new tale begins and you will never come to this place again -- but wait -- since I'm definitely not struggling any longer I just want to let you know, this time -- like some others while I was alone -- memories are recalled without omening. It may be the so-called blue days, or just a disordered mind caused by the bad cold.

I'm not missing you.

Take care.