Four months later...

Over time, we became accomplices, and every day my feeling for Mr. X increased. His words warmed me and made me happy.

Mr. X says:

I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you yesterday. To make up for it, a poem.

"You’ll know that I don’t love you and that I love you

since in two ways is life,

the word is a wing of silence,

The fire is half cold.

I love you to start loving you,

to restart the infinite

and to never stop loving you:

so I don’t love you yet.

I love you and I don’t love you like I have

in my hands...