Janusz Leon Wisniewski. The repetition of the fate (№ 12328)

Sometimes there are days when it is present in every hours, and such hours, when it is present in every minute. I still sometimes sleep and Wake with her name on his lips. Often I find myself also on the fact that looking at her face in the street crowd; I know, it's impossible to meet her here, but I can not resist, it's stronger than me...