When I stare in the mirror sometimes I see Her staring back with these water drops eyes and little Mona Lisa smile. I wonder if that’s too much to be an individual and not enough to be a person. I wonder if that’s how other people see themselves, reflected in this almost ideal surface, not alive. And I also wonder why I always see Her and not me. I never believed when He said She reminded of me so much. Maybe that is exactly the false reason of Him say- ing “we” need to take a pause. A pause from reality I ask Him. He never answers. When we first met after 3 years long marathon of love, candles which smelled too sweet but I never complained, of kisses that used to leave wet spots on my cheeks, of beautiful but fake words that He used to love as much as my parents hated Him, I couldn’t make myself say anything. I stared at His grave and didn’t say a word. I didn’t cry even when I saw Her grave for the first time. I only cried when I realized there was no space left for me. No place for my grave.