Do You Like to Be Called Here?

No one stands with me at dusk, no one asks me if my porridge is warm. No one can turn off the lamp with me, no one can share my book with me for half my life. It's late at night with no one to accompany me, no one to share the wine with me. No one wipes my tears of lovesickness, no one dreams of me and my future. No one is with me to look at the stars, no one wakes me up and my tea is cold. We know each other all over the world, but we only have friends with no one. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.