She called me a prince! I'm a prince, aren't I? My God, am I really a little prince? — Said a little enchanted princess, happy, gender fluid.

I still remember your favorite flowers.

God, please don't take her away from me. I love her with my soul.

You will still love me even though I am no longer young and beautiful?

Oh, God... Have I fallen in love again? She's like... a beautiful princess. God, make it work.

Please stop this pain.

— I can't take it anymore, make me a star soon, sir. — The fifteen-year-old girl cried in her room. Life was cruel.

God, if you're listening to me, if you're listening to my broken heart... Please, I don't want to die so soon, but don't let me live like this. This is not living.

— Oh, angels have curly hair... That was the first thing I thought when I saw your hair. Do you understand me? — He drank his coffee.

— I understand that you are crazy about this girl. — The friend laughs at the older man handing over the papers. — Apparently love changes people's personalities.

The memories of that day are slowly playing in my head every night.

— Why do you love this place so much? — She asked curiously as the wind blew her hair.

— The sea is the best company for those who love themselves.He says nothing, but his silence is comforting. — He said looking into the girl's beautiful brown eyes.

Your voice is the most enchanting melody my ears have ever heard on earth.

Count the stars every time you think of me. One day you'll be able to count me along with them.