It had never happened before: our lips remained closed. Nothing interesting to say or to share, nothing to enrich our love.
It’s funny how it makes you uncomfortable not to communicate. And it’s even funnier how each one tries so hard to find any silly word to rebuild the contact. It’s desperately funny.
The air we breathe is made of emptiness, the space between us grows bigger, and bigger, and bigger. You look away, detached: and it feels like eternity, it feels like the time has stopped forever.
It took me not too much to realize that I’d lost you. It took me
5 minutes of silence