The story of the happpiest and saddest man on earth

After 6 months he meets with his girlfriend in an old familiar town. They set an hour and a meeting place. All day, he is psyched to meet her at, let's say noon, 12 o'clock. He buys chocolates, flowers, whatever, and at 12 he arrives there and sees her on the other side of the road. She spots him too. They run to each other. They hug in the middle of the road. A car enters the story and crashes them both.

Next day, at the hospital.

She died. He didn't.

He did lose his memory though. Of everything that happened only that day.

*

Several years later, the man still gets up in the morning, taking the same costume, buying chocolates,
the same flowers, with the same eagerness and happiness harvested in 6 months that now has grown wild, crazy, mad crops, and goes to the same location, at the same time, waiting for the same girl.

The same girl that died in his embrace, crashed by a car several years ago.

Each and every day, the happiness slowly scrubs itself off of his heart with every passing minute, the same confusion instals everytime at the same passing 39 minutes, the same people looking at him, knowing everything he's going to do without him knowing, the same bench he sits on when dispair settles in his soul-sofa, the same places he goes asking about her, the same hand on his shoulder of a man that has to tell him something, the same hospital room he's placed in, the same look in his eyes as he hears the same story of his love, the same pictures of the car crash site, the same death in her eyelid dancing, the same tear in his eye trembling, the same denial and the same "why?" unawnsered, the same sadness of a world in awe, the same collapse against the same cold wall, the same dream that she's not there at all.

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Several hours later, the man gets up in the same another morning.