Sometimes you meet a person and burn lika a candle at a feast, then you break down, bleeding and weeping, bandage your wounds, grasp the sleeves of your jittery acquaintances feelingly explaining that it all was that very true feeling. In couple years you come across this eternal love and think: “Was it really me who invented it from the beginning to the end with the power of my insane imagination? This person has nothing in common with THAT ONE.” And it makes you reflect on what your current eternal love has of her or his own and what (s)he has of your childhood dreams. Oh, humans!