Concentration is one of the happiest things in my life.
For some reason all the middle-aged women he knew were very efficient.
Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.
Another person's life is that person's life. You can't take responsibility.
When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.
And it was the kind of thing that loses the most important nuances when reduced to words. He had never told anyone about it, and he probably never would.