We start living together. A great atmosphere of delight and excitment. At the beginning. You have to be kind to be cruel. And we talk about everything, I swear. The days of our experience grow in number and there are you telling me you need me. Most of the times I see my hand over your shoulders. I hear my voice addressing you words. You don't hear me. If days grow up in number and weight like this, I fed up. Some of these days you stand in front of me. We have nothing to talk about. Anymore. Sometimes not even an eye contact between us. And we pretend we don't exist for each other. We both know what do we need. We both know we don't need each other any more. I realised I don't want to live with you any more.