Spring comes

I'm sitting in front of the monitor and reading other people's blogs. Everyone writes about the imminent spring, but I can not find a word to express everything. I always loved spring, but not this, not early, I love spring in full swing, when everything blossoms and the grass breaks through the earth. For a long time I thought that I was unable to feel. But then a man appeared who shook me. And it was joyful and sad at the same time. Because there were too many "buts." I am grateful to this person, but at the same time I know that it would be too much to be together. The day after tomorrow he will marry. And I still do not know what happened to me. And that now with me.
All once lovers of me married. And I think it's very good. Because people need to be loved. Everyone needs mutual love.
Over the past almost three years, a man has left my life, whom I considered to be my best friend. They talked to each other about everything that was not good and fled. And so have not met in these almost three years in the city for 300 thousand people. Sometimes I remember it. And sometimes not. It is too difficult to forget and bury living people. Very difficult. But this is also a movement.
And I'm traveling. At the same time, the void is filled. Today at one o'clock in the morning I have a train. But I do not know until now what and how it will be.
Now I'm sitting at the table, trying to order a taxi, finish my coffee, I think, as in a few hours, I'll already be sitting on the train and seeing off the platform. The road heals the longing.
Well, sort of got it out.