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I am walking in the Southpark Street towords the SpringGarden Road with Ivy. It's 11:30 PM, and we just decided to go to the Phill's Party. I m talking to Ivy..and I feel so .. I want to stop the time. I want that it lasts forever. I want it forever. I can feel how much I will miss that moment in the future. And it frightens me so much. We take the bus number 1 to Quinpool St, to Paul, Sejad and Greg's place. We sit down and talk, we and drink and Paul 's just playing around with his guitar, and we just randomly talk and just continously enjoy our time, our that special ordinary time on our youth. And I just feel so deep ..; I feel how much I love these people, Melanie enters, she always laughs, Greg offers us Vodka, and Sejad and Paul and Ivy and Melanie and Henning and Sipi and Mike .. create beautiful simple moments ... I remember of the beautiful spring of 2001, back in Tehran, how happy I was, how happy we were, Vioe and I, coming back from the university together, going for a cofee, Walking in the beautiful lovely streets of the north of Tehran, and .. when I came back home, I just lied down on my bed, thinking how happy I am ..

I sit down in the bus with Ivy .. and I just feel the same, and I just feel afraid .. I know how short will this beautiful time be. And all the sorrows of all these years of after Spring of 2001 comes to my mind. Will this calm beautiful time end in another long period of sorrow and lonliness? I just pray not.

I love these people, I love them, I deeply love each of them.