Night, I leave the balcony, throwing away the finished cigarette. I see you sitting on the sofa, in my T-shirt - which is too big for you, you are scrolling through your phone feed, slightly pouting your lips. Oh, apparently you're mad, I forgot that you don't like it when I do this.

I quietly approach you from behind, leaning towards your ear, while at the same time placing my hand on your waist, on which the veins are visible. I gently bite your earlobe, then I whisper in your ear.

“Baby, you know, I missed you so much in those 10 minutes that we didn’t talk. You know, I can’t live without you..”

I said this in my slightly hoarse voice from smoking.