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Do you still remember last summer?

As we were sitting on this green meadow and you showed me all the different kinds if flowers.

The yellow buttercups, the purple violets.

The snowdrops and lilies of the valley.

You told me so different things about all of them.

You explained the meanings of the different colours to me.

Together we took a closer look on all of them.

We culled one flower of each kind we could find on this meadow.

The bouquet had a place in our apartment.

On the chimney.

Directly next to our photography.

We sat on the couch in front of the fireplace every single day back then.

Looked at the flowers and the picture.

Prefigured the next day .

At the times we planned every single day to every single detail.

Because we already had known that we won't have much time together left.

Today I visited the meadow with all the flowers again and watched them swinging with the wind.

But they weren't colourful anymore.

They were grey.

Just like everything else.

The world has lost its colours.

And you.

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