It happened to me just this year with a beautiful boy I started hanging out with. Call me a hormonal teenager if you want, but evidently I haven’t grown out of this experience. His name, his voice, his face, his laugh - anything was enough to make my heart start beating faster. It’s the spark.
Fer in our dreams we find ourselves. Who we were. Who we are. Who we can become. Sleep. Dream.
If the key to life is figuring yourself out; family must be the lock.
When you fight yourself to discover the real you, there is only one winner.
So who did you say you were?..
Oh!....
Wish you become 'yourself' soon!