... Someday we will just start all over again and everything will be the same as in those stupid love stories that are sold on every corner for a dozen. It will have a happy ending. No, not the end, but the beginning and the continuation.

... Someday we will go again, holding hands, splashing in the puddles. Or play snowballs and knock icicles off the eaves. And also to launch boats from last year's newspapers along the spring streams and admire the cherry blossoms.

... Someday we will have our home, and in it will be our books, our CDs with our favorite music, our dishes in the kitchen, our pillows on the sofa, our ginger cat-sleepyhead. And violets on the windowsills.

… Someday you will kiss me on the lips, and I will laugh at the expression of your, loved by me, face - proud of itself to the point of impossibility and at the same time, for some reason a little embarrassed. Someday there will be poems by the fireplace, mulled wine on winter evenings, your warm and strong palms, my eyes shining with happiness. One armchair and a checkered fluffy blanket for two.

... Someday there will be controversies. About books, films, just the little things. And the plate I broke. And the door slammed behind you. And a quiet, but sincere "sorry" when you return, and I have cooled down. We will say it together.

... You - me, I - you

…. Someday we will wander along the seashore and remember with a smile those absurd things that we said to each other ... A very long time ago.

... Someday there will still be ...

… When you realize that it was not too late, but simply early. When you find out that I still love you.

... Someday…