"When I was hospitalized that time," I began, choosing each word carefully, "I had long days to think. You didn't call. You didn't come. You didn't ask about me. I know you had work, I know life goes on, but in that silence I realized that the love was one-sided, you simply didn't love me and you were just forcing yourself to stay in that empty relationship. I understood it too late. I realized we had no future together because in your idea of the future, I never had a place in your heart. I bit my lip, unable to say more, not about what I had experienced in my past life, since it hadn't happened in this one. There are things that don't fit into this life, no explanations I can give you without breaking something that couldn't be fixed.

He listened to me in silence, as if he had finally learned that closing himself off doesn't prevent him from getting hurt. Then, with a calmness I had never seen before, he said:

"I admit that I was upset that you disappeared without a trace. My pride