You spent a lot of time together. You didn't need words, Andre played guitar and composed songs, and you sat and listened to him. You fell in love with him, but you didn't want to admit it, because he didn't care about you or you thought so

Once again, when you returned from work, you heard his quiet grumbling, he was singing softly, it seems about space. He was writing down invented lines, there was a bottle of wine next to him, he didn't notice you.