You cannot help it, you must stop even though you do not have any time left. I am glad, that you stop and tell you enthusiastic how well I feel. I do not dare asking you, how you are because I do not remember, how we met.

I am very glad, when you start talking about yourself, without me asking and discover that we have had this conversation before. So I am not the only person here, who thinks he has never met this person before. Our conversation is exactly as the first time. You ask what my job is and I tell you, that I work with people who are in coma.

Some kilometres further I remember, that we had this conversation already and that I still must be in coma. I wish intense, to wake up and know, remember, what I have been doing but it seems that somewhere in my life I just cut off all remembrances. They must have been too painful to keep them activated.

But this is no help any longer. I feel very stupid if I, like now, have the same conversation and I wonder if you have the same remembrance. It even happens to me, that I have more than twice the same conversation and I try, if I get aware about this, to change the conversation because I love changes. It gives me the feeling of being alive.

We are on the same trip but we are not aware about it. Every time I get a little more awareness and I get a good statement from you that makes me think about it long after. Your love full stop for me is a real comfort. It shows, that I am seen and that I am worth to talk with and share my ideas and your ideas help me to change my ideas about myself so I do my work with more love.

Sometimes I must wait long for you and in the beginning I got nervous about it. Now I am curious, with whom I have an appointment.