Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although this is the way all stories unfold, I still can't believe that ours didn't go on forever.

“fazia-mos coisas muito simples, como atirar estrelas-do.mar ao mar ou partilhar…”

“But she also sensed it wasn't enough. She wanted something else, something diff…”

“What was she like?"I tell the truth."She was my dream. She made me who I am, an…”

“And when I came in with tears in my eyes, you always knew whether I needed you …”