Obdrži sanje, ker mogoče jim še kdaj slediva.
In the end, we are all stories. Either those whispered with resentment and regret or the ones that sound like fairy-tales. I guess I'll never know where I fall with all of you, yet I really need you to understand that in my mind, what I went through with each and every one, is a saga I'll always find worth telling. My life has been a series of words which formed into sentences, then into paragraphs, chapters, and before I could even fully grasp it, there was a whole book in front of me. The book of life, love, death, sorrow, pain and happiness all sown together in one single entity - one I am joyful to share and even more euphoric to have endured. One I will one day, when I am old and frail, read to my offspring. One I will look back to when I need to be reminded that all I need, all I ever needed, was my heart and soul spilled on pieces of paper, telling me that somehow, I am exactly at the right place, at exactly the right time, and in order for everything to work out, I just need the patience to let it.