I don’t know when I will see you again. Maybe, I don’t want to see you. My feelings are blurred, I’m transparent like glass, frozen like ice. And now you are transparent for me: you used to look right through me, now I can see through you… for who you really are.

This is a common story but the end is not predictable: every story has its own. I could only imagine how the things will go. It’s something that you cannot know before, you have to wait. Al least, now I know...