Maybe it's the fact that I look forward on phoning you so much that makes the conversation turn sad. I don't know. Maybe my expectations are too high. But you saying that we were just not able to talk to each other was damn hard for me. You took it back seconds after, but my mood dropped to the lowest level ever when I heard that. I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't react so hard. But it's me. And then, being quiet just because we really could't find a topic without you saying something that made me cry harder was silly. We should have just stopped at this point, when you were already tired and I wasn't able to hold back the tears any longer. I'm sorry I didn't insist on that. I hope tomorrow we will have both found a way to cope with that - it was actually not something one should tear one's hair out. Sure, it was silly from both of us, but hey - I love you, and that shouldn't be disturbed by such things like "oops, I said a wrong word, please don't cry". I'm looking forward to tomorrow. But hopefully not too much.