First, I thought it was going to happen by itself, but it didn't. First, he made an effort to save at least appearances, but soon he didn't make any effort. Now, it's true, he was showing off, he was showing off. In all the places where we are known, as if he was doing it on purpose. I have to tell you these things. Oh, don't expect it, it only happens to others. And then, one day, here is this story. It's yours. First, he was getting crazier and crazier, then he didn't come back at all. First, he seemed embarrassed, as if he sometimes saw the harm he was doing to me. Then, he said he had to wait until one day it would all end. That he would come back to me, and then we would have all our lives to forget. I have to tell you these things. Oh, don't expect it, it only happens to others. And then, one day, here is this story. It's yours. First, I tried to do what he was doing to make him jealous. Of course, to try to get him back, but he didn't care. Twenty times, I changed the way I dressed, the way I dressed. He didn't see anything, it was she he saw, it was with her that he was. For a long time, I fought, and then I accepted to take his freedom from him. He seemed in a hurry to go and find her, I think he was smiling. Me, I saw myself in the ice where I was, under the ice, crying. And then, all of a sudden, everything got mixed up, I don't know anymore, I... I don't know anymore.