until now i have only been writing to myself

-I´ve told you... I love my writing

-I know, thats what am trying to say you don´t love me

-How can you say that, you are the woman of my life!
-But you don´t love me above your writing...

-Wait a minute... I love you so much but I also love my writing, you don´t compete with my writing... It´s like... (mmm)... It´s like you and your mother

-Thats different she´s my mom and besides I don´t spend half the time with her as you spend up here

-Time does not matter, when you are with her you barely look at me

-Thats not true and you know it! I have always included you in everything we talk about... come on admit it!

-What I´m trying to say is that I love you as my wife, my companion and I love my writing as my psychologist and provider of truth you know... It´s like sports... we love sports together, right?

-Yes..

-So I´m in love with many things, some of them I share with you some others I don´t...

-I also love many things but I want you in all of them by my side...

-...

-...

-I don´t...