It was cold. The leaves were falling as I was walking towards the swings where you waited for me. Sitting on them with slow and small swings forwards and back. You are wearing the scarf I gifted you on your birthday. It has these red stripes. Ohhh how I loved to see you wear it. You saw me and yelled „Com’on. Push me will ya?!“ with a big beautiful smile. Proudly showing your toothgap and the smile lines around your mouth. I ran towards you, stopped behind you, grabbed the hangers of the swing and pushed. Like little children we played there on this swing. But with you it was always like this. We were grown already, still together we could be children, no worries, just having fun. You looked up at me from the seat of the swing. Your dark, brown eyes reflecting the light of the sky. It was cold but somehow… I felt so warm. „Tell me, why do you love me?“. I stopped pushing the swing. Holding the handles, starring at you. Without thinking I said „I wouldn’t know what else to feel for you. I cannot feel anything else for you“. Your head fell down, avoiding my gaze. „Push me again, I want to jump off“. I pushed and after a few times you jumped. You looked like an angel. Your brown hair being carried by the wind, your arms flying like wings and your legs taking a step in the air. The calming sound of your laugh after you’ve hit the ground. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you, never could, never have. You turned around, walked towards me and stopped only when our faces were centimeters apart. „I love you too“. What I would to to hear you say it again. To be this close to you again. To see you waiting on this swing for me again. Now it is summer already. You have been gone for so long and I’m sitting on the swing, wearing your scarf to feel close to you. The sun is shining upon me but I feel so cold. After all nothing compares to the warmth of your soul. I crave for something that is now gone and will never return to me. I walk past here, looking for you on the swings, because you have waited for me here since we were 12. Everyday it is empty, so I sit here waiting for you like a fool. Maybe I am a fool for you.