When you're living your life in endurance mode, you don't expect anything good to happen. I'm not saying that you don't dream about some miracle that would change everything for the better. But you pretty much know it's only a fantasy, and that you have no real control over anything.

Such a bad mistake it would be, to embark on marriage and adult life without a nice supply of duct tape.

When you first fall in love, it's supposed to be awful. Awful, uncertain, scary, wonderful, confusing, all at once. That's how you know it's real. You have to care deeply. Passionately. That hurts.

Was true love when you wanted to slap someone and kiss him madly at the same time?

But I know that I'm not who I was supposed to be. Who I could have been. And I know it's because I was too afraid for too long.

It is absolutely okay with me if you need to keep some secrets. I've been thinking about this and I decided that a best friend is someone who, when they don't understand, they still understand.

Music links us humans, heart to heart...Across time and space, and life and death.