Do you still remember the time when you treated me like you really cared about me? Those memories slowly but surely disappear. One by one. I was lying on the bed and thinking. I've been doing it quite often lately. When we came home, you shouted at me so much. Your words hurt me, even though I didn't notice them. It looks to me like that only my existence by your side bothers you. But I know very well that divorce is not the solution for you. You just have to be with me, or you'll lose everything.

I started thinking about our first real date. A lot of people think you have to go to a restaurant for a dinner with roses, candles and piano music for a date. Plus, the boy has to invite a girl. I laughed at this long enough. Everyone was surprised that I invited you and we went to the zoo. Just the thought of it made me smile, but tears at the same time. You led me to a giraffe paddock and told me they were your favorite animals. Are they still your favorites?

In your opinion, they were majestic animals that, thanks to their long necks, could observe the surroundings far and wide. You used to remind me a little of a giraffe. It was still in high school. You were tall and you still had your expression, as if you could always see everything around you. He even wanted to put a giraffe pattern rug in our baby's room. Do you remember that, or did it take this memory from you too? "Our child..." I sighed and covered myself with a blanket. But that's a different story...