The beginning.

I think I've always been a firm believer of unicorns and fairytales. Of that perfect something that is waiting for you somewhere. Not that it is something that falls down from the sky but I've thought of it more as of something you work for, don't give up on and therefore appreciate it even more once you have it. That your thing that you fought for and most of the battles held, were against yourself. And if you're lucky enough you'll find that someone, who fights side by side with you all your insecurities and fears and knows that in the end you'll pay it back by giving them their fairytale too. They see it in you even if you can't see it yourself. My fairytale is still in the making and I might have lost my unicorn. But I hope that somewhere on the way, our roads will cross again, once we're both better and stronger. PS. To my lost unicorn: I never told anyone about the unicorns and fairytales theory before. You were the first one. I see a lot of me in you and I guess that's why telling it felt right. And maybe one day you'll get to read these lines and understand why it's so important to me. Just like "The Little Prince". I am a butterfly in the making.