I just saw “A short film about love” by Kieslowski… I saw it once already, and I remembered it to be beautiful, truly emotional. Having seen it again, I feel like Tomek, running around in circles with the milk cart, still unaware that I can’t be with the one I want to be with. Somehow, the characters at some point look strange, even alien, such as Tomek when he first approaches Magda.. but then it all feels right, and I start to understand the feelings that drive Tomek. I long to contact her. I have a green towel that she used, and I can’t use it any more. It’s there, in the bathroom, on the top of my drawers, reminding me every day how she said, exiting the shower, that it’s the best shower experience she had because of the warm towel I gave her. It was a small thing of her to say, but it stuck in my mind, and I can’t let go. I know I should let go, but I don’t want to. It was beautiful, and the best time I have had for a very-very long while — I want to savour it as long as I can.