We open and close, like a book, a story, the chapters in it.
What begins, ends.
And the ends are doorways to new beginnings.
And we keep moving in and out of the openness and closeness...
That's the way we live.

A painful note

Old friend, I miss you. I vividly remember the days, the walks and the talks. You taught me so many things without really teaching me anything. You just lived your way and it seemed so beautiful. You always remind me of Roark, Annie, Sagan, Math, Astronomy, fountain pens, and Rubick's cube. You remind me of a fierce human emotion - a passion. You will always be a special pain in my heart. I can't be happy thinking of you. You fill my senses with deep sorrow because I miss you. Because I always loved you and will always love you. Take care, wherever you are old friend.