epilogue

having a late dinner yesterday I kept asking myself: “was it a stupid idea to come?” you’ve made it pretty clear before that you didn’t want to see me, or talk to me, or even text me.
I came nevertheless, and I still think it was the right thing to do.

gone in 90 minutes (11-06, 05:48)

No coffee indeed. On the airport now. Gone in 90 minutes. I really had hoped to see you. But you told me you wouldn’t. I understand. Nevertheless… Mick.

the river reaches out for the restaurant

It’s Esme weather. She always liked rain. During summer, the hot days with blue sky and sun and such were torturing her. Now, the sky is grey, cloudy, air filled with the premonition of rain at first, then with its realization. And she is not there with me to enjoy it.

coffee with a cow on the wall (11-03, 16:52)

With your mail you touched the fundamental question, Esme: Can someone be happy, if this happiness is founded on the unhappiness of someone else?    

no coff?

Wanting to see you is not about lies, Esme. It is about us. It is about what we felt for each other, and about what I still feel for you. It is not about promises, it is about hopes. And about a dream.  

I will see her again

What can I say? After all those days, after the hope and the despair and the loneliness, we will meet. We will bloody meet again. I am so excited I can’t close her text message for minutes, I keep staring at the screen of my phone, reading and reading her words. We will see each [...]

my kryptonite allergy (10-11, 13:34)

My cold seems to prove again that I’m no superhero after all. Sorry to disappoint you. Or that I have a til now yet undetected Kryptonite allergy. Good to hear you still like coffee, though.

in between shore and sky (10-11, 11:33)

Hey,I was really sorry to know about your cold.How was it even possible?superheroes do not catch cold!

please let me know something (10-11, 08:45)

Cara, I’ve seen Pirates of the Caribbean III yesterday. Do I have to spend ten years at sea before I may touch the shore again?

coffee talk (10-10, 11:01)

Esme, I’ve been down for two days – with fever, cold sweat, nausea. Full program. Still not well, but up again. Have you got my mail? What about talking while having coffee together? What do you think? Yours, Mick.