Perhaps everything got so bad after Eurovision. Not that everything was always good between you — it would even be silly to say you were happy. No, maybe at first everything seemed promising; bright moments flashed like stars on a night sky. But now? Now every day in your relationship feels like torment, as if you’re living in a recurring nightmare.

You felt guilty each morning when you thought: “Notice me,” “Let’s go on a date,” “Talk to me.” And him? He has work, music — that’s his entire life. How many times did you try to convince yourself that being in a relationship with an artist always requires sacrifices? You loved him and accepted that, but soon after Eurovision, your communication completely dwindled to nothing. Arguments became more frequent and painful.

“Do you understand that I have work? I don’t even have time to breathe, and you’re here too!” — he exploded at you again, and each time those words pierced your soul like a sharp knife. The words seemed justified, but that didn’t alleviate your pain.

And so that night, you lay awake, filled with anguish. Thoughts that he hadn’t written to you again flooded your mind — he must be in the country, and not a word from him. The feeling of uselessness enveloped you like dark humidity. You stared mindlessly at the ceiling, struggling with time as if it had stopped. Finally, after a long internal battle, you decided to pick up your phone. Your fingers felt heavy, yet you opened the messenger.

“Hi, how are you? Can’t sleep” — 4:34.

“Why?” — 4:35.

“Thoughts” — 4:35.

“Thinking about breaking up?” — 4:51.

“Yes.” — 5:00

“Me too” — 5:03