Sometimes evening comes, and I understand that I can no longer talk to anyone. Not because someone is to blame, I just feel: I need space. Quiet, safe, without explanations.

I turn off the overhead light - it is too bright, too businesslike. I light candles. I have a lot of them - with vanilla, cinnamon, even just unscented. They make the air softer. Everything becomes as if slowed down.

I get a bottle of wine. Not by chance, but simply because I want something cozy. I do not understand the varieties, I just open and pour into a transparent glass. I put it on the windowsill, sit down next to it. Someone is walking outside the window, someone's TV is flickering. But all this is outside my circle.

I turn on background music - always without words. It seems to whisper something of its own to me. And here I am - in my cocoon. No calls, messages, other people's voices. Only candles, silence and wine that slowly warms me from the inside.

And I understand how much I miss this in the daily hustle and bustle - time to just be with myself. Not to analyze. Not to think ahead. Just to sit, breathe and be.

On such evenings I remember that I am not just someone for someone. I am myself. And I feel good.