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From the author: I sat and had a nice conversation with a woman. I sat and had a nice conversation with a woman. She was a little older than me, and talked mostly calmly, like an older person. She was not a beauty to look at. But sometimes her statements were somehow original and even bold. And she somehow came to life at these moments, something new appeared in her. And these moments seemed interesting to me, I had more interest in life in general and in the woman herself in particular. I began to wish there were more moments like this. I noticed that at this time I felt somehow warmer and kinder, and the woman even began to seem attractive. I began to regret when these moments ended and the conversation returned to a calm direction. As if something important was left there, as if they didn’t have time to say much to each other. It’s as if some interesting facet of life appeared before us for a moment, and before we realized how great we were with each other at that moment, we missed something that is impossible to return to. And every such moment shows us how fleeting life is, happiness is fleeting. And we sit and understand how some trifle, a little thing that we don’t talk about, that we don’t do, separates us from happiness and prevents us from prolonging this moment. In these moments, it seemed to me, so many interesting things are hidden, so many unknown discoveries, development opportunities... As I continued the conversation, I caught myself fantasizing in the background about how great it would be if we were just a little closer, how many interesting minutes we would spend together, how my worldview could change in in general... I really began to worry about how much I had missed in life. And you are learning about this only now, thanks to this woman. Taking a closer look at my state, I realized that it was very similar to the beginning of falling in love. Yes, it’s like in my youth, only less excitement, and more quiet sadness. Moreover, such sadness, the reasons for which you don’t want to get rid of, and which in itself already looks like some kind of new development. It’s like falling in love in youth, but it’s invisible to anyone from the outside. Because it does not lead to any real, noticeable changes in life, but is quietly experienced somewhere deep inside.

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