It was there, with her. At my apartment, at hers. It was on the cold streets of Berlin. It was on the bike. Seeing her fall and being very afraid. Going to bars together. Playing catch-me-if-you-can in the museum. Climbing chimneys, walking alongside broken rail tracks. Waking up next to her. Oh god, waking up next to her. Having breakfast. Meeting her after work. Strolling the streets of Berlin. Taking a train ride with her. All those days of beauty. I miss them, every. single. day. It was a different life. A different era. I will never be that happy again.