#houseofcards

Sunshine is my Lionel Messi of the coffee machine, and I miss her coffee — these are the last words I send to you. Our relationship has gone quiet, the mouths are closed, and the hands rest.

I don’t know what your abysses are, or what you are defending, trying to protect, what is going on in your mind. I have seen the pictures, your videos, and thought that it’s a thin rope you’re walking on, that it takes little to lose your balance.

The fractures in your being were already noticeable before, even if Miran thinks you wrote nicely — you knocked over the house of cards I had built out of you, and before me lies a pile full of memories.