Janusz Leon Wisniewski. Martin (№ 93031)

Paradoxically, more than the rest, seemed to her, she rejected Andrzej. The same Andrzej, whom she regularly several times a week, was given the heave-Ho. And despite this, he had to be with her, to teach her new poems, to engage in her computer to notice new shoes or a new nail Polish, buy her books, to remind her to call my dad and kiss her neck, but just in case before that will make her admiration. And then immediately forget that she allowed him to do it. He had to wait. Experience with it that her fascination with Torun, meekly to endure what she, without saying a word, disappears for the whole weekend, and came back, silent half the week, slipping like mad every time the phone is ringing.
He was tired of waiting. She didn't even notice he was out of the game. The silence gradually faded his presence. Like dying candles.