How my day went: I couldnāt sleep. Then your alarm went off and you couldnāt even hear it. Kyo went into this whole in the wardrobe and then everyone woke up. But in those two hours of sleep I dreamed I was a secret agent. Which tea would you like? Some cake? Please comeĀ again. Iām going to miss you. Time to leave. The air is cold. Take the bus, which one, where do we get off? Someone tells us. We walk. Hello, I havenāt seen you since you got married. Coffee? I already had tea. Sheās not home yet. She might miss you. Let me check my phone. Oh no. oh no no no. I made a mistake. Noon as in 12, not noon as in 2 pm. Oh no...I have to go. Iām so sorry. Like...SO sorry. Itās ok. Make another call, walk fast. Oh. I actually have time. Go round, which birthday card, this one. Or maybe this one. We didnāt know it was his birthday. Oh. I forgot something for her birthday. I seem to be missing all the birthdays...Here he is! Letās go in. Oh. Itās packed. She sees me, saysĀ āwowā but then she walks away. Itās packed. Letās go to my favourite place. Ok. You can stay here but only until 5 pm, ok? Ok. One beer and something to eat. Only had tea today. He comes. I look in wonder. I feel like home but in DianeiĀ 4. Let me text the other. Finish your meeting and come. Ok, Iām close to you. Donāt say that (unless you mean it). Finish your bath and come. I need you here. She comes. More beers. You canāt possibly imagine how happy I am to see you, guys. He comes. More beers. It's starting to spin. I write hey, you can come as well. You and your wife. Itās like that time, but much brighter and there are no candles. Iām pretty sure Iām the only one who understood that. But Iām willing to make it work with bright and no candles. Just to get my fix. Letās go for a smoke. Why do you do that? You look weird doing that. I just want to fit in. I want to fit. Itās like when you eat so much to show how much you missed them, you know?Ā Iām pretty sure Iām the only one who understood that. Back in. Grabbed his apron. Ask for fries a couple of times. Some water. More beer. Cheese comes. These are not fries. He goes out. I take the glass for him. I write all over his stuff. I donāt remember what I wrote, but I was thinking of the matchbox my mum found me. The one with the secret message on. If I wrote about the matchbox,Ā Iām pretty sure Iām the only one who understood that. Out again. Are you happy? Iām happy? She works with some misogynisticĀ people. The ground is spinning but Iām walking straight in front. By the fence. There are some nice flowers here in the spring. I feel I canāt breathe again. Every timeĀ this happens. I canāt breathe. But itās been years. And yet itās like yesterday. Last chance. Too much. I can be happy with this. Thatās all I wanted to hear. I wanted to know Iām not the only one. Letās look at the patterns. So much pain you gave me about this and now you go and do exactly the same with the Polish stuff. I love that. Time to leave. Manele. Goodbyes. Kisses on the cheeks. This is mine. What are you playing nice on that screen of yours? Another drink at home. Iāve been over myself. So itās like because it never happened? No. Itās because it happened and I miss it. Itās like a drug. If I stay away, Iām ok. When I come close, I burn. Do you know?Ā I'm in over my head...I'm in over my head. All over again...