You and I used to make love three times a day. Then every day. Then once a week. And then we had a child. We had life and work, we were best friends, and then I didn’t know how to go from your best friend to your lover.

You stopped touching me.

I couldn't look at myself. I didn’t know who I was. I think I’m nineteen, and then I look in the mirror, and I’m this person who doesn't know how to seduce you.