How about a kiss, Saumensch?

Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

I'm just another stupid human.

Yes, I'm often reminded of her, and in one of my array of pockets, I have kept her story to retell. It is one of the small legion I carry, each one extraordinary in its own right. Each one an attempt - an immense leap of an attempt - to prove to me that you, and your human existence, are worth it.

It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way.

I wanted to drown inside a woman in the feeling and drooling of the love I could give her. I wanted her pulse to crush me with its intensity. That's what I wanted. That's what I wanted myself to be.

It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.