Tobias: I'm thinking about you. Endlessly. By skin. By blood. By pulse. When you weren't in my home anymore and your scent was all that left, I closed the window to not let it go. And I was finding single hair on my matress and shirt. And when the scent and hair, and your minor traces, were all that left, I was like a dog which never undererstands that his mistress went away to come back. And when you had disappeared, I tried to remind your face. I couldn't because of a longing. And, without success, I tried to understand where did we meet, who are we. Are you and me "we"?
Zoey: You have to be cautious. To know what questions not to ask, when to be silent, to touch, when to be and disappear. I want to be sure that you will be exactly when I will be feeling you and missing you at the same time. And NEVER turn your back on me in bed.
