A hidden part of a magical fairy tale
"The one for whom I walked to the cross, carries me in her arms."
Thank you, my love. Meeting you was a turning point in my life. That hidden part of a magical fairy tale, which usually starts from the end and is never voiced, touched me. I live in it. In the fairy tale with you. Where every moment is unpredictable. Where challenges alternate with rewards, solitude with unity, joy with sorrow, tension with relaxation. I feel a deep need for you, and I believe you feel the same need for me.
Let's dance, the dance of our life, and even death will not part us.