The morning was cold and misty. A man was sitting on a bench looking at his left ankle who otherwise would always be running. A lady, a daily runner, saw the man on the bench. She had never talked to him, they knew each other as runners, perhaps. She thought to talk to him but second thoughts made her to continue on her run. She did not see the man for a couple of days. She thought he would be recovering. He was back running, when she caught sight of him, a smile was on her face. Few days into his run, he was again on the bench. The lady caught a glimpse of the man, she stopped, this time determined to talk to a kind of a stranger...

Choose  Membership  I dedicate this piece of eternity , which came for me in the form of Fairies Winx Club , and was embodied in her daughter . Thank you prophet to the Keeper .. We're all looking for . This search is not defined . We don't know when and how it will end , inevitably do it in the beginning or always feel what I want from him . And when we come to the end has already been achieved a long-awaited desire comes the crucial , main point . A moment from which to further build our future ...