the stranger sees me, sighs and asks me wheezing: "you yearn for someone, too. don't you?" i gasp. he passes by me and stops. "what do i have to do to get rid of the yearning? i'm not ok..." i say nothing, but in my eyes he could've read my answer, my cries and my yearn. my yearns... "i should go to sleep, right?" i smile. „but does it go away?” „it certainly does not go away, but at some point you will get used to it and it's like a friend new in town that you take out for a walk.”, i answer him. "you miss him, don't you?" i gasp again. we look quietly at each other for a few seconds. then my phone rings. "tell him that. you might be surprised. now i'll go, pick it up. good night!" i managed to say: "take care of your yearns!" and i picked up the phone.