About the book: a year / I waited a whole year for you to come back here, listened to the steps on the street, looked out every time a car stopped near the house. Every evening I sat at the window until dark, looking out for you. I tried to leave less on flights so as not to miss the moment when you return. I've been waiting for you. I was really looking forward to it. But you know, I couldn't do it anymore. You yourself refused to be happy. I thought about you every day, but then I realized that you simply didn’t love me. It wasn't love, although you felt good with me. You allowed yourself to be loved, accepted everything I had to offer you, my heart, my soul. You smiled at me, reciprocated, burned in my arms, but all this is not love. But it was enough for me that you were next to me.