It's cold. I'm sitting on the bench. Just five minutes before eight and I hope you'll be here soon. Maybe you don't show up at all. Maybe this is just a joke on me. It probably is, and I should probably go. Maybe you are even recording this from some distance. I stand up, and the leaves that have fallen onto me, fall onto the ground. It is eight now, and I really want to leave, but for this one time my heart wins from my brain, so I stay a little longer. Then you came. You showed up out of nothing. I smiled. You smiled back. And for this one second it feels like life is better than death.