I was just standing there listening to my friend talking about her two marriages and I felt awful.

My ideal woman is not a „Yes Woman” who has no thoughts; on the contrary, she knows how to reason and debate and she does so without losing her charm.

In high-performance cultures, we constantly feel pressured to do well. We can buy, download or check everything in seconds and there’s an app for everything. If something is not Instagram-worthy, we feel down – but there’s nothing a bit of editing can’t fix, am I right? After all, who would want something less than perfect out there?

Maybe I’m not the person I used to be, I’m not the girl I used to be before you. I might drink my coffee differently in the morning and I might be less clumsy and I might see people who see me weird differently.

The getting-to-know-each-other phase is such an exciting and intoxicating time, it makes you go a little bit insane and lose your sense of reality. That special someone occupies your mind completely and feelings take you over.

It is inevitable for two people in a long term relationship to shape each other: we smooth each other like pebbles of the sea. The smooth melding of the two people create harmony: there is nothing rough to the feel, your fingers cannot detect any raggedness. And nothing can disrupt this harmony.

I don’t really think too much about what we could have been… Probably nothing. We would have completely destroyed each other. It doesn’t matter. I have probably gone too far already looking at you two and how happy you look on those photos.

A couple of months ago, I didn’t think I would ever love again. My partner of eight years left me. We were planning our wedding and he just left me. But then, the impossible happened: I fell in love again. I fell in love with you. I listened to my heart. Was I too hasty? I love you, I want to love you but you wouldn’t let me and that hurts. What hurts the most is that you’re not wiling to give me a chance. And everybody should be given a chance.