The thoughts about life are closely connected with love. Love is something you devote yourself to. It is the breath of your heart, the fire of your soul that reveals your personality.

   I am surrounded by people who are loved and know how to love. They know what happiness is, but when I see them crying, my heart tightens that much and I understand I don't want the same for myself. So, what shall I do to find the real love?

   It's possible to say I don't know Alex so well. I'd like to learn what is hidden behind his weird behavior and the annoying laugh. When I was a little girl, my mom used to dream of me growing up. She imagined people who would be around me, my future friends, my first boyfriend, my husband and children. She used to tell me that a general opinion of a person couldn't be always truly right. From time to time only your life-time partner can see what kind of person you really are.

   I've always thought that I am a wise girl, more considerate and well-balanced than most of my peers (as mom used to say that Sophie stands for "wisdom"). But the more I think about my life, the more I understand that I'm scared: I'm scared of making mistakes. If I am afraid of making the wrong choice, I am not ready for falling in love. I will deny every feeling that will try to dwell in me. The worst thing is that I won't even know I do something wrong.

   We can always have ideas about an ideal partner for someone, but will they be really together? There's some doubt, isn't there? Maybe I should stop pointing my friends whom and what to love. Eva stopped trusting me because of my complicated character. She might be avoiding the conviction I would like to express, the thoughts I would share which she couldn't stand.

   Eva and Stephanie are just in love, they don't know how to suppress their feelings, and they shouldn't. The truth is they won't listen to the person who can't build up her own love and faith.