The girl is thinking that the boy was thinking that she had been
thinking of him. On the other side of the river, the boy is sitting on a
gravel bank and concerned: “It’s been a while and I still think about
you a lot. I know you don’t really care for me all that much anymore but
I am still curious to know how you are and what is happening in your
life?” The girl is in the need of a strong coffee without sugar.
However, there is no coffee but the legs of several tables floating in
the water. She is trying to catch a couple of them in the hope to build a
table of her own.

The boy will always be regretting his
decision. The girl knows that and she can’t stop herself from asking:
why our intelligence is good for everyone except ourselves? She can’t
understand the stimulus that causes her to make the worst decisions only
for self. The boy, who is on the other side of the river, is happily
eating some sushi of Californian type but is restless in his thoughts:
“I have to tell you that I think about you all the time, and
unfortunately for me I carry a tremendous amount of hurt with me when I
think of you.” The girl is trying to live simple and dream deep.

The
girl is waiting at the bus station where an old man with an old gray
jacket, having a little old red heart picture behind, walks down the
road. The boy is full of good wishes and hopes while he is obsessed
about knowing whether the girl has already found the right guy of her
life. He continuously wishes that she hasn’t met the Mr. Right and she
will not. Therefore, the only true story would always be the one between
the two sides of the river. Because he is sure that he screwed up his
best chance some time ago. At least a story of impossible reunion would
remain for its sake.

The boy doesn’t know what is in cards for him
so he keeps shouting from the other side of the river to the girl: “Of
course, I don’t know that you would have wanted to stay with me, but I
wish you had…” The girl is reading a book which she is writing at the
same time in her dream. She opens her eyes to a new place which she
doesn’t know. She thinks that she must be on the other side of the
river. She keeps thinking how she could be responsible for something or
some memories she doesn’t remember at all. Finding serenity, she goes to
the counter and asks for a return ticket to her own side of the
river…

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