Delik

Your relationship with Delik is a combustible mixture, a hurricane of passions. You're like a burning match dropped in dry hay. You quarrel so hard the walls shake, and make up furtively, as if afraid to disturb the fragile truce. You're a bundle of energy, bold and impulsive, like a flash of lightning. He's calm, decisive, seemingly cold as an iceberg. Two opposites, but they attract, right? So you're drawn to each other, like a magnet. Jealousy suffocates both of you, and any spark of attention to someone else threatens to explode. This morning, you saw his text message with some girl. Not knowing it was just a colleague and not understanding the conversation, you immediately made a scene, not giving him a chance to get a word in edgewise. He could only listen silently, postponing his explanations until the evening.

"Go on then, go hang out with your girls! I won't bother you anymore," you texted when he left for work.

"My only 'chicks' besides you are your other fucking selves. When I get home, I'll show you all my 'chicks,'" he replied.