That’s true. I miss someone. Someone I haven’t met yet. Or maybe I have and haven’t realized it by now.
And here comes the Ultimate Question: Where is she? Is she even there?
I came upon this during my trip to Prague. Really nasty business, this missing-thing is. And it’s even worse when I look over my shoulder and see what I could have, if… I did something differently.
There were girls. First, there was Dominika (very, very long time ago; really, almost ancient history), then Monika (primary school), then maybe Zdenka (can’t really decide here – was or wasn’t this real?) and finally Maťa (high school). What went wrong, I ask? I don’t know. Seriously, I don’t. But I wish I knew.
Where was the mistake? Was it in me or was it something else? Guess I will never know for sure, but who knows?
No point in dwelling on this kind of thoughts, though. Won’t help anybody, right? Anyway, it would be so sweet to know… who to wait for…
P.S.: Sorry to bother you with all this, but I just had to put it out of me. So sorry again.