The door was locked. Luckily, I had a spare key she had given me. Entering the house, I found a message for me on the table: “Food’s in the fridge. Money in the wardrobe. I’ll be back late.” I cooked the dinner and ate it by myself. After that I watched TV and then read An’s letter. “I always ask myself if we really love each other when we still resort to this objective reasoning. We just expect something to come to us naturally, not daring to overcome obstacles to being beside each other,” he wrote.