Where the wild things are.

It's not easy going as I thought it would be.

Not in a hurry.

We do care for each other. Not in the same way.

We are still clueless in front of the other.

Went through many emotions.

Trying hard to understand behaviours, silences.

The answer, maybe, is not there.

I stay, on my own, even if I'm not reassured.

And so, I need to be.

Afraid of time.

That it might be against us.

Will it tear us apart?

...

There's a lack. Awful at times.

There's no "I love you" there, but mainly "I need you" here.

That's even more painful.

Comme Des Garçons.