At the end of July.
By the beginning of August.
You are heading south.
We had only have lunch together twice.
And I think that you dislike me.
You are heading south.
You are surprised that all of us know about this.
It is like you would like to leave in a silence and would like to stay mysterious until the end.
You are heading south.
You make me realise that not all and everything can be solved with a friendly smile.
Things might go the other way round if I do so, to flash a friendly smile to anyone I met.
You are heading south.
I wish you all the best in your future endeavors.
And I smiled, when I choose to forget how you make me feel.
Thank you, for everything that you have taught me, directly or indirectly.
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