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He went down to the river.
Noticing that this was the first time she wasn’t with him.

Surely, he said, talking to himself as if he was another person, a best friend who’s always eager to listen to your fucked up thoughts, a good buddy, inviting you to some beer and making all your bad feelings disappear, she would like seeing me here, taking this path and thinking ‘bout our everlasting conversations. She always seemed a bit annoyed. Yes, of course, he was talking way too much, but there were so many things he wanted to tell her. He was overwhelmed and enthusiastic about describing every detail of his life, what he had done in the past, what he felt about it, the experience he had, he wanted to share every memory. And without any word coming from her mouth she would have understood. He paused and looked down to his feet, then again he rose his head, watched the clouds in the sky and sighed. She was everything he had. She knew him best, he could trust her. You know, suddenly she was gone. I can’t exactly tell when it was, I simply realized she wasn’t there anymore. Can you imagine the way I felt? I mean, I didn’t care about being alone in former times, there hasn’t been any real reason for being worried about the future. I thought she would always stand by my side. I didn’t cheat on her, never had I found anyone I could open up to more than I did to her. She had no reason to be jealous. It was always only me and her. I loved walking down this path with her. I remember one day, it was in spring time, most people went to town, enjoying the birth of the sun, we went to the river. It was quite the same time of day, you know, it reminds me of telling her about a good friend of mine. He was so funny and honest, we were a good team. I was indulging in memories and wondered what had become of him. Soon I realized I could have hurt her feelings. I assured her that she had perfectly replaced that good ol’ buddy, I really was able to talk to her the same way I talked to him, and in fact, it was more satisfying talking to her. Man, I did tell her that! He stopped for a while, spread out his arms and burst out into a short cry. It’s good to let it out, man. By the way, did I tell you that this way leads to the river? Yes, I know, it’s her way, but wouldn’t you mind accompanying me for a while, I mean, it’s good talking to you, I feel, you understand what I mean…