I usually fall hard, fast. But with you it was different, gradual. I remember that I asked you to be my date to the function because I sincerely thought nothing would happen. And sure enough… nothing happened. A month down the line nothing happened again. And now it seems that every 2 months I seem to pop back into your life nothing keeps on happening. But it’s become the kind of nothing, the kind of silence, that is so comfortable I feel like I am in tune with your soul. It is the kind of nothing that happens between our eyes meeting and knowing that this nothing must mean something. It is the kind of nothing I savour, long for, and wait for. I don’t want nothing to only happen every two months. I want the kind of nothing that runs from one day into the next. This nothing has become our nothing. Or perhaps I am projecting my nothing onto you. All I know is that it is a nothing I love… but still… from you… I get… well… nothing.