Annabell: I'm a leaf floating in the river. I am light and fresh. You are water. Storm that runs through the cracks of the earth. I dreamt of you in my morning. It was a confused dream, like all dreams; but it spoke to me clear, loud, resounding, like a bell. There I knew your name: I baptized you bell, because the day of your name resounded in my heart with a ringing. And that's why I recognized you and you recognized me, even though we had never seen each other before. Remember? You came walking tired. The work had been hard that day and you looked particularly small because you stooped under the weight of your backpack and all those books you always carry. All that overweight that you always carry thinking about future needs that may not arise: water bottle, umbrella, the last novel you read, extra sets of keys, flashlight, etc., etc., etc... And that's because you're fragile in your world and prone to accidents. Do you remember that I took you by the hand and took you away from that taxi? Do you remember the coffee that afternoon? Do you remember all those birthdays, all those trips to the movies, all those starry nights, all that love? Do you remember? I loved you so much... and I can't dream of you anymore.