It was night, and you didn't say anything after that one epiphanic burn in my heart. I didn't ask further question in order to avoid ripping your wounds open further and pouring my salty tears into them. The girls where in the room that night, you couldn't come, and your roommates where in your own too. Never have I longed to hold you so badly and with such despair, like that night. It felt like a constant nightmare, you did not even reply to my texts, and I had to suppress tears and cries in front of the girls who happily chatted.