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Love is in the air

I Before you leave you tell me to log into Love (is in the air) every morning in case I weren’t connected automatically. II I nod and look at you, who is, however, still claiming that he had nothing to do with romance, that he wasn´t a romantic. (Like) I am one. III Anyway, I say, I like this new connection. It’s much steadier than the one you gave up, together with its default name. IV A day later I send you pictures of the river at dusk, the sun like honey in the trees before it goes down. V „It doesn´t look like my city“ you write and I tell you that this might be the benefit of a romantic: to just capture that which fits in their conception of the world. VI My emoticon winks, unromantically. Maybe there´s something about a romantic you hadn´t considered before, you confess. VII Anyway, I say. I like this new network: It´s way more solid than the previous one, it stumbles way less.