I wanted away from you, away from this house, away from the recollection. I wanted to flee before my merciless imagination, but she came with me and not only this, she spread from in all directions: How long? Where? How often? Why they? Who still? What does she have, what …? Oh God, Tina what you do here?

Always when I saw you, it was your hand which I before eyes had … always when I saw you, I saw this one picture likely with infinite pain which to you this hug tears like a newspaper curve.

And then … one day I did not see it any more, the picture was exchanged and the hand grown pale. Suddenly I did not see any more pain, the injury and the betrayal. You can imagine how is surprised I was when these were your eyes which looked at me, yours the infinitely affectionate look which had taken so often my fears from me did it also now. Should I have said to you this? Would have you stolen out also at night secretly, quietly and quietly of our house and our life if you had known that I had begun long time ago, again you which stood miraculous woman on my side and on their side I who watch big love in you? Yes, I know that everything sounds very easy, reduces to a feeling. However, it is not exactly the result which one receives if one all big and small things of the everyday life, disputes and problems, the tenderness and attention, the purposes and dreams, the cooperation and sometimes also conflict, the kiss in the morning and the heedlessly left towel in the bath, the now and then lost farsightedness, itself completely in himself Must move back or then inform of every little thing the other again extrovert, is the love which we do not feel for each other the sum resultant from everything to him?

Pling! "27-th floor, view platform!"

Oh Bette, where you are only I lack you so much. If I could look, nevertheless, only once in your eyes, say once only to you that my love is big enough to be able to forgive, once only …

But when has it started to end?