When a city bears the imprint of someone, he is everywhere in it.
In the wind, the rain, the sunlight, in every breath. Even in beads of sweat on a summer day, or the white clouds of breath in the depths of winter.
You meet him here, and perhaps part ways with him here. You leave, or he goes far away.
But this city will always remain, reminiscing about and remembering the things you try to forget.
I'll keep writing, telling everyone a story that moved my heart.
