The familiar images of a girl with strength and a guy with heart and feelings that can be reasoned. I found them everywhere in stories but not in life. Mostly they were just weak people who learnt how to live with their heart. And loved and let themselves be loved with the faults that they had. Here people who were – what they were. No love or devotion promising to change them into lovable beings. Especially when ‘lovable’ was defined by people who didn’t approve certain lives and certain love. And the perfect image of love and notion of the perfect people who deserved it made me think of the emotions we cut from our heart. Leaving us little more empty, taking us a little more far from the perfect life that we were told to have.