„It was a feeling.

A long time ago I met a person.

Just like you. He was bright, warm, caring.

I was happy at the time.

I don't remember why, except that person.

His hair color was orange.

A warm orange.

Just like you.

He was my friend and I was his.

We did everything together.

We were friends, yes, but also a family, strangers, lovers, enemies, partners.

Contradiction after contradiction.

Versus and opposites.

My better half.

My better twin.

My better me.

He was my better everything.

I love him.

Our time together was my happiness.

I didn't remember how it happened.

I didn't remember why it happened.

But it happened.

One day...

… he was gone.”