One day it happens. You’re standing somewhere and you realize you don’t want to be any of those around you. You just want to run away. Get the hell out of wherever you are. And suddenly it happens. Something clicks. And you know that things are going to change. They’ve changed already. And they’ll never be the same again. Never. And when it happens, you know… There’s always a moment when the road forks. Each one goes off, thinking the roads will come together again. You see the other person getting smaller and smaller. That’s all right. We’re made for each other. She’ll be there at the end. But at the end only one thing happens. The fucking winter comes. Suddenly you realize that everything is over. There’s no going back. You feel it. And then you try to remember at what point it all began. And you discover it started before you thought. Long before.
And it’s at that moment you realize things only happen once. And no matter how hard you try you’ll never feel the same again. You’ll never again feel you’re three meters above the sky.