Someone who had a strong influence on me, is no more. Pieces are coming together, again. I both knew and didn’t know this person who left recently. I knew them too well, to actually get to know them differently. The person I thought so powerful and a tyrant, was human after all. I wept many tears, for the love not lived. I wept many tears for the moments of tenderness we actually shared. The one who hardly invited love, appreciated to receive it in the end. All those moments were lost like tears in rain.
Stefan Zweit said once:
“No one is gone, whom you love; Love is eternal now”
“Niemand ist fort, den man liebt; Liebe ist ewige Gegenwart.”