FU & UF

When fatigue becomes the soundtrack to a relationship, even calls seem like a ritual out of politeness. Everything is on the edge here - from tenderness to irritation in an instant. Cigaret smoke, evening silence, and the endless "we'll figure it out later." But then a long time passed, and the feelings are like light underwater: you can see them, but you can't reach them. The irony is that he's a sweetheart with strangers, but a completely different person around me. It seems like love, but it's more like emotional CrossFit: arguing for the sake of a pulse, fighting for the feeling of being alive. When all that's left of "we" is an echo, and all that's left of caring is the habit of apologizing for others' sins.