Zondagmorgen. Sportschool. Twintig kilometer per uur op een hometrainer. Koptelefoon. Blik op oneindig. Gedachten tweeduizend kilometer verderop.
“It must have been love, but it's over now
It must have been good, but I lost it somehow
It must have been love, but it's over now
From the moment we touched till the time I ran out
Make believing we're together
That I'm sheltered by your heart
But in and outside I turn to water
Like a teardrop in your palm
It must have been love, but it's over now
It was all that I wanted, now I'm living without
It must have been love, but it's over now
It's where the water flows, it's where the wind blows”
Voor Klaas. Voor altijd.