I come and go without direction. Pass, through which do not fit and looks like me. I would be comfortable and quiet some time. But at the end of the day I realize that where I am better in my room. Shut up, embraced any toy that refuses to give me a little affection, clinging to a couple of pages and some other book that I understand. And without realizing they pass the hours, days ... Until at last, and I do expect, the phone rings.
- Hello?
- Yes?
- You can tell what you're getting!? I've Nosecuantos days without hearing from you ...
- In my room, I think that reorganizing my life, well, Nose very well I do. But I do not like being with people who do not treat me as I deserve, so I prefer to be alone, without having to speak with anyone who does not want to talk with me, and vice versa.
- Not if I see it ... But perhaps that is not the solution. There are people who will like you to spend some time ...
- I doubt it.
- ... Come on, do not be stubborn. Yo, look no further.
- I, of course ... And tell me now, I'm twenty days ago all alone and now you call me and tell me you would not mind passing me a while. I do not want you do not mind, I want you to want to spend time with me. Not enough for me, no, no. The story that you're my true friend and so I better call me. Have noticed before, too late.
And so were kept both silent for some time. Thinking each one if they had done well. I think we both found the answer, but has never been told.