You wake up one morning and you find out your beloved is not in love with you anymore. You wish you had the argument to say is not fair. But you don’t. Because you know that love comes and goes quietly whenever it wants. You are grateful that it was around for a while anyway. Just like in a swan song, all the good memories come into your mind: walking around narrow streets late in the night, cooking together, having chocolate cake and tomatoes soup at La Chocolat, long talks about the most beautiful nonsenses in the world, departures and returns, writing stories, reading stories, sharing our stories. You take a bow and thank your beloved for all the beauties and all the joys he has brought into this relationship. Then you have to go. Because it is the time. The time when love has gone.