  Tomorrow I'll be gone to Quebec to have a three-week holiday. My friend does not seem enchanted at the idea of seeing her family, even though she loves them all very much.
But she does not feel like they understand her. Well, in fact these holidays may be a bit tough. At least it will wash my mind a bit, I guess. But it surely bring back memories, reminding me of the year we spent in Montreal.
I had such a strong faith in our love then. I am too nostalgic, I know that, and it tends to bound my heart. I always feel like things of the past were beautiful and intense, and present is like an eternally renewed loss of the passed moment. This is, I guess, the most depressing conception of life and time one may have. Ok, I need to change that too. 
