So I left for a long journey, far from the mistakes that I made. I visited places not to see you again. And the more I moved away, the more I felt good. And it was snowing a lot, but I was walking. Sometimes I lit a fire for the cold and I thought of you. Dreaming with my eyes open on the bridge of a ferry, I thought I saw your reflection in the sea. The lights inside the port seemed far away and I felt happy to approach. And my face was changing, my beard was growing. I spent the whole day without saying a word. And how much I would have liked to be there in that moment. Because I really love you. And there is no place where I don't go back in my mind. I would have really wanted to see you. And not to hear me say that I can't do anything about it. I would have found many more answers if I had asked you, but it doesn't matter. I can't do it now that you are so far away. I would feel like telling you that the journey changes a man. And the starting point seems so far away now. The goal is not a place, but what we try. And we know where it is when we get there. I spent the whole day without saying a word. I thought you were really far away. If we knew before we left that the meaning of the journey is the goal and the call. Because I really love you. And there is no place where I don't go back in my mind. I would have really wanted to see you. And not to hear me say that I can't do anything about it. I would have found many more answers if I had asked you, but it doesn't matter. I can't do it now that you are so far away. I can't do it now.