Then he stopped talking for a while, took his hand from my hair and I felt confused.
-What happened, are you all right?
-I do not want you to leave. I do not want you to sleep in any other place that is not my bed. I do not want you to cook in any kitchen that is not mine. I do not want you to live somewhere without me. You became a necessity lately and letting you go became a torture as well. We could live together. We could fight, we could break the dishes, we could scream and shout, we could discuss without compromising but mostly we could love each other with a great passion.