December 9, 2016
Come with me, here, there. Read my love letters that tell you of tomorrows and distant yesterdays. Here, take my hand, inside it is a dream for you, be careful. You are the only person allowed to take this. Imagine, someone else comes along and takes this from my hand, that dream will be realized, yes, but not as magnificent as what was planned for you. Do you still doubt that there is a specific day for a specific person? One person for each person. Only one. You will say this isn't true, but here you are coming with me.