joost klein/joost klein

You and Jost had been together for a very long time, but there came a time when you seemed completely different, alien, and incompatible. Every day there were arguments, broken dishes. Jost never raised a hand against you—no, he would never have done such a thing—but you broke up. It was your initiative, but deep down, you didn't want it. Your last meeting... You were arguing in your shared apartment, a sharp slap from you in his direction, you left, slamming the door, and he remained in his place—all your memories of that day remain. You never saw each other again. You rented a house in a different area, far from your previous home, you didn’t want to connect anything with the past.

A month later, you heard the doorbell ring. Looking through the peephole, you saw Jost standing there with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. It was raining heavily, and his hair was slightly damp. You stepped away from the door and said, -Yost, go away. -Please open the door, I... I want to see you, I miss you. The guy answered, leaning against the door. You didn't open it and went up to the second floor bedroom. The next day, you went out onto the terrace to see if he had left. He had, but left a bouquet of flowers by the door and a piece of paper underneath it. "I remember your look Your gentle hands Your wonderful outfit On that damned day She was so beautiful I remember you Since that day I am a ridiculous shadow Please remember Sometimes about me Like once upon a time “On that very bench,” it was written on the piece of paper, you squeezed the paper a little and looked at the empty road.