The secret threads of fate.

Where are you? I can't see you. The mountains, illuminated by the sun, look golden, their peaks in the sky, and their foothills are buried in forests. This landscape reminds me of us: light and warmth, but also a distance that cannot be overcome. Meeting is joy, and parting is sadness. But sometimes it's necessary for something more. Maybe this is a test that will help you become stronger and wiser and more experienced. Why have you become a stranger to me? Maybe it's not your fault. Time and circumstances have played a cruel joke on us. But I remember our conversations before dawn, the laughter that sounded like music, and the touches that warmed my soul. The clouds are floating across the sky, and I'm sad without you. But I understand that this is normal. Sometimes we lose what is precious, but we don't lose ourselves. You're not with me anymore. That's a fact. But I hope that we will meet again, and it will be a reunion. I'll wait for you. I will look for you in every ray of the sun, in every puff of wind and in every cloud. I believe that our paths will cross again, and we will be able to say to each other what we didn't say then. And may this moment be filled with light and warmth. And may we remain connected by invisible threads. And may the moment come when, with tears in my eyes, I will hug you, and you will whisper softly in my ear: "How I missed you..."