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The snow melted in March. She melted earlier. With a smile on his face, leaving a lonely boy. Alone with his poems, he gave them over to the flame, realizing in places that this was only the beginning. In May, it was not warm, as it usually is. Lonely, familiar and unusual, all this fuss frightens him. He smiles at the wind, as people smile who know secrets. Confused thoughts were lost. And June with July. Drunken August in anticipation of a winter miracle. He smiled at those passing by from time to time. He lit a parliament and drank Tuborg Green. Sitting on a bench in a cozy, lonely park, he remembered her eyes and said to himself "enough." He scolded the world in the company of silent pines. And the world responded with rain - autumn has come. He began to write again and may even hope. He dug into his memory and cursed the month of September. And the leaves fell and the characteristic despondency was replaced by thoughts that the world without her is a desert. He he remembered last year's evening very well, her cold shoulders, and waited for the meeting again. Waiting for winter is simply inhuman. He was surprised that she did not wear warm clothes. He recognized her in the crowd almost immediately. Again the wind blew, inspiring his mind. She was silent, smiling and seemed to be crying. He loved the ice statue again.

This whole world has forgotten you, but I will remember. On warm palms a fragile heart of ice. I will always remember. Leaves will cover the snowy emptiness. I will always remember. There are so many people around, but you are not there. I will always remember. Among such figures under the winter sky, she is a silent dream of ice. Under a blanket of crystal snow. The embodiment of the dreams of an obsessed author. People passed by her, casting glances with childish admiration. But no one thought that a transparent heart was capable of feelings. And only he could understand what was hidden in the captivity of the icy appearance. He stopped his gaze and could not tear himself away. He was infinitely in love with her. He remained when spring gave warmth. One after another, her eyes dropped tears. Everything was predetermined. It is too late to regret this love. The night lowered the veil. The park became deserted, empty. She was familiar with sadness, and the others were alien to feelings. He repeated, she was silent. I will never forget you. And in response, the emptiness of a cold gaze. Her heart is ice, and her tears are water. Evening, park, steam from the mouth. A man with his head bowed nearby, an ice statue. Snowflakes are slowly falling and swirling from the white white sky. Wet and salty like the sea. And the same green, green eyes. I'm going crazy. Forgive me. I didn't know. These are not the best words. But it's better to tell you. It's very difficult for me and there's a lump in my throat. And I'm an idealist, always dissatisfied with everything. And somehow everything has become different without you. Sky. Earth. Air. Fire. Water. Save me, tear me from the clutches of loneliness. I just want to be with you. I really want to. And this statue is so similar to you. It's just a pity that an icy heart cannot love. Breaking the figure of a woman made of ice with screams, it would be better if you never existed! She passed away on May 15. What an ice statue. I left the house, breathing in the cold air. The snow lay flat, beautifully, in large flakes. It's the first of March. Almost everything has melted. Only tulips remain. And the whole day is somehow wrong. It seems cold, but I'm hot. Snow on cars, roads, everything is somehow cottony. Even the beauty of the elements is already unpleasant. Black spots in my eyes from fatigue. With a gentle movement towards your feet, my park, controlled by breathing, threw tulip petals. You are my mania. I know, you are my little one. Forgive me for everything, I beg you. You are so beautiful. So beautiful. If he exists, then let him give me at least some strength. I can't live without you. I feel somehow disgusted without you. And for exactly a month now my mobile has been unavailable. They are probably calling me. Probably, everyone needs me. And I am like in some kind of nightmare and cannot be woken up. These white puddles make your head spin. And there are no tears left even for the future. It was at this time and in this weather that fate gave you to me, I thought for years. All this jealousy, scandals, disagreements. Little snowflakes in the hurricane of our happiness. It hurts to forget you, it's unrealistic. Although you would say that it would be right. Putting four tulips on granite slabs, you will remain in my memory as an ice statue.

I will always remember.. Made of ice.. Emptiness.. Many people around... I will always remember...