Two years already. I feel like yesterday when the fresh breeze from the Thames surrounded me when I was replying his messages in London. That fresh breeze seems like yesterday yet so many days have passed. I never thought those fantasies and impressions could be so real.

Two years after that I find myself in surreal landscapes again admiring the Hong Kong skyline with his strong and tender hand protecting mine. Obviously this immense circumstance has absorbed my destiny and yet intensified my own dreams. How magical! Yet the fear of losing or changing is constant. Likewise an endless reaffirmation of loving my life with anything my life is ready to show me. This mystery has driven me to increase my faith. I clearly can’t do anything but become a better person myself. I try not to ask much because I am so lucky already.