You name is a bomb.
I didn't expect it anymore. I had no hope, no reason to think that I might hear from you again someday.
I thought it was over, but everything starts again.
I wait for you again, even though I know you don't want to give me anything, you're not able to do so, even though I don't want anything from you.
One word was enough to recreate your presence.
To revive the memories and the indescribable connection I thought was lost but which is still there.
Which doesn't mean anything for all that, which will never mean anything, anything more than the moment it was inscribed in, anything more that a half-erased memory which we so many times questioned, shaken, tortured, an enigma we've never managed to solve.