You prepare for your next love encounter, trying to suppress the anxiety that washes over you. It can be the love of your life or just another fiasco like you’ve been used to for so many years. All the attempts so far seem like a kaleidoscope of expectations, accumulated sufferings and frustrations and unconfessed fears that you too will end up splitting your soul in two. Among all these conflicting feelings, your figure appears as a deep-rooted shadow of the illusion that you exist.
Maria Marcu 