They may not have loved you, but they did change you - sometimes even into someone better.

Changes are important - they are like the rain who washes away dead flowers to make space for new ones.

So I call on truth itself;for it is knownand yet does not write…

Hope is build with pieces –so do not dare to suffer more than once;

How fast we take our stepsdoes not define the way.

They dancedand yet they died;

Chances we don’t take turn into dreams we will forget.

We feel so much and yetremember so little.

Time offers us space to grow.