Stop talking to me about him

-Thank you all for coming to attend this little studio session, I thanked them in a grateful tone, I hope the songs pleased you more

-Your songs are incredible, said an amazed fan to me

-We love you added another fan

However, our moment was quickly interrupted by journalists, like butterflies attracted to the light. They approached us with palpable frenzy, their microphones and cameras pointed at us like interrogation weapons. Their faces were eager for answers, thirsty for scoops and juicy revelations.

Questions flew from all sides, like arrows thrown in bursts. They circled around us, seeking to pierce our armor of silence. But I remained calm, my eyes fixed straight ahead.

"Why did you break off your engagement?" one of the journalists asked, his shrill voice echoing in the room.

-Was it he who decided to break off the engagement or was it you? asked another journalist

I took a deep breath, collecting my messy thoughts before answering.

-I understand your curiosity, but for the moment, I prefer not to comment. We will hold a press conference in the coming days to provide you with all the necessary information.

My response seemed to frustrate them, but I remained adamant.

-Can you at least tell us what could have caused the breakdown of your engagement?

-You have loved each other for several years now, added another journalist, do you think you could love someone else?

-And for the album that you said you wrote for him, asked someone else, are you going to release it finally?

I felt a pang in my heart, it hurt me to have to remember this album that I had written with Donovan on this cotton rug in his living room.

Sometimes I wish I could pretend it never happened,

And you and I are just strangers,

Who never loved each other.