I'm whispering with all my heart...

Dreams, thoughts, all in my mind... all in my heart...

What is to come is the most unknown...

The Future, the Present, nothing is granted...

Once I believed that I was the master of my own life...

I wish... wishing was enough to fulfill all dreams...

There are times, there are days that all of us remember with sweet nostalgia old loved ones from the past. Past, now, future, there is not much difference. Only faces come and go. Once they were a part of our lives. Once we were important little parts in their own precious hearts. Once this meeting, this being together seemed so unbreakable, so stable, so sure. Small things, small unimportant things that pass away like the blow of the wind, which remind us so much the moments we had with them. Nothing else is there to remember. Only memories. Memories as…