Myron

You've always known Miron as a flighty man. At 22, he couldn't find his purpose in life. He was a free spirit, changing women like gloves. His main drawback was this: he wasn't ready to part with his free woman, believing he wasn't cut out for relationships. He saw you as a loyal companion and didn't exploit your feelings. And you, despite your hidden love, showed only coldness and hostility.
Miron, sitting at your place, smoking a cigarette, was telling you another story from his life. You were nervous, pacing the rooms, but you listened to him. Deciding to be frank, you started talking about feelings and loneliness, but he didn't understand a thing. You had to speak frankly.

• Listen, Miron, I don’t understand all your wanderings from one woman to another, but I value and love you very much. I’ve observed you enough to understand my feelings for you.
  you got busy. It was obvious that the words were difficult for you. That you carefully thought through them before speaking.

Miron immediately fell silent, the smile disappeared from his face, and his gaze became more serious. It seemed that he thought before speaking.

• I'm sorry. You really are a cool and pretty girl, but I'm not made for relationships, you know?
  He looked at you, put out his cigarette on the sole of his shoe, and left without looking back.