I have this strange feeling. I'm sure I didn't fall in love with her at first sight, nor was I desperate to see her. There was only some unspoken wish deep in my heart, and somehow it came true. But now I mostly feel awkward. I know that what I can't forget isn't really this girl, but the romantic poem we made together, or that beautiful scene beneath the swirling snow on a busy street, as the city lights came on.
