My thoughts about it appear more and more often. But it warms me to think that you are my love. And I am yours. Perhaps you are reading this and thinking the same thing. And everything around you is like a white blank piece of paper. You and I are strangers. Maybe for now, maybe for a while, maybe forever.

Do you believe in destiny? Yes, it's a simple question about a complicated one. Are we destined to be together or is everything we do a series of random events? Is each new moment like a blank slate, or is everything already decided beforehand? I don't believe in fate. I believe that one day you will read this and know that I am your person.

It's so hard for us to find each other in this vast ocean of human destinies, opportunities, morning news reports, and addictive routines. From the endless noises of the metropolis, to the quiet rustling of tumbleweeds. Where are you, my love? How long will we be apart?

Natali