He sits opposite. Someone else's and one's own - at the same time. Once the epicenter of my female happiness, which is now perceived as an integral part of the past, but at the same time distant, foggy and no longer important, or something. He – “was”, is not included in the framework of “is”. “Two years ago I was languishing in melancholy waiting for you, considering your hugs a lifeline, but today it’s nothing. It’s like my heart has been reprogrammed...” Thoughts and memories are overwhelming, but I hold back and don’t say them out loud. It’s too late. I admit, I can’t say with confidence: love passed without a trace. Too frivolous an explanation for such a powerful, upending feeling. It’s just that something no less powerful appeared, which obscured what was blazing and leading away from reality. Disappointment? May be. But I am sure that over time this disappointment will make me open to something new.