She smiled.
- The one Maria was serving said that her husband was a gentleman too, and for the first time I realized that our neighbour was really suffering. Then I thought about you, sometimes I don’t take care of you; perhaps I don’t pay attention enough. You never say anything and... Well, when I was coming up stairs I thought that you probably were suffering too. Do you love me?
- Yes, of course, I thought I showed it every day, of course I love you – she said.
- Yes, you show me your love every day but I’m afraid of not showing my love for you; why do you love me? I never bring flowers not even in your birthday. You never forget my birthday.
- No, I never do, but I had better memory than you – she said.
- I should remember, these are important things – he said seriously.
- It’s a day like the others – she said.
- It’s the most important day in my life, don’t request me the divorce. I bought a diary.
She smiled.
- I’m serious! – he said taking off the diary from the bag – I’ll never forget anything, I promise, why do you love me?
She smiled.
- Because even in my huge memory I can’t find a single time, since I met you, that I had needed you close to me and I didn’t have you. That’s why I love you.