I awaited you, until I thought there was no one who could understand me. I saw myself in a deep dark room, no light, just fear.  It was the kind of fear we don’t realize it is there because scientific theories, mathematical explanations or  life experiences tell us so.

I didn’t understand that fear made me become irritated, and angry with myself. I pushed others away. No one wanted to be near me. Of course, some people had to be near me: Some for monetary reasons , others I think they really love me, and others just were hypocrites.

Before I met you, I was sure: You didn’t exist.  You, my dearest and greatest love was a hoax. No matter what, I was convinced I was right.  That assurance is the kind of security we most hang on through life. I was lying myself, but lived as if  everything was going on smoothly.

Someplace, inside my confused life I asked myself: Does true, deep, uninterested love exist? How can I love beyond time? Is love controlled by physics, therefore by time?
In a dream, it all began. I understood it was me who I needed to be loved purely. Can it be possible? 

To love myself...  by loving you.  To love you...  by loving myself.

In a dream I could, therefore in reality I can. This is a dream.
In reality I could, therefore in dreams I can. This is real.