The Notebook

The past overtakes the future, each time leaving a trace in it, preventing newness from entering and replacing it. The blossoming of love stifled by other people's insecurities, little choice and unfavorable circumstances, grows in soil in which there is no room for another plant. The place is for one and only and choice remains to do you pull out the already sprouted plant to make room for another or leave it and shower it with love and care.> If you're a bird, I'm a bird.The casual and sincere expression of unconditional love, the willingness to follow the beloved wherever she goes and support her in her dreams, respecting her desire for freedom, accompanying her in it. Two birds, side by side, flying and dying together, loving and forgetting never.