Life is too short for boring stories

You remember, back then, when we first met, when we fell in love with each other, when we were at this stage when we were ready to turn the world for each other, we talked about forever, because we believed in it deeply, because it could never change again. Nothing but illusion!

„I’ll tell it a little more personal, this arrival, if you like it,“ I suggested. „I’m all right, meanwhile.“, You answered resigned, because in the meantime you were probably convinced that there would never be a story out of it. „Well, then imagine that both of us are dying, let’s say, now.“ I started with …