Today is the fifteenth. A few more days from now it is your birthday. I remember because every year you always ask me what I want to do that day. I remember because I like the way you think and expect the present you want to buy for yourself. I like it I remember because it is just the other side of the mirror of me. And that is why I am always intrigued by you too, the flipside of the mirror of me, always opposite but strangely familiar. I am currently in Vienna, a place that I told you I really want to be years ago. I say that because Vienna represents an improbability of my imagination at the time. So here I am now, don’t know what to feel, it’s quite bare inside, but just want to imagine again: to be there. There, is a time when I talk about wanting Vienna. When I remember that I want to move back through time to there and be with your smile. Idiotic and lame, I know. But so was Vienna. Can it possibly be? That is the question I asked then and I will ask again now. This is for Question only and I don't expect Answer to come.