I sneak beneath the door and slide unnoticed behind the curtain, and life just seems to carry on as if nothing ever happened. Because if you don’t talk about elephants in rooms, they simply don’t exist. It’s the modern man’s magic.

I want to believe it’s a facade. That I made the right choices, and put my trust in the right person. That someone with a heart so seemingly big couldn’t turn to stone. But hours and days pass by, and neither heads nor tales are made, and all I have is what he said. Which doesn’t really add up to much. You were always quiet, but you said so much without words…