May you find at least one person who shakes you up inside,
who makes your blood boil,
who makes the wound and applies the salt,
who shows you the depth of your abyss,
who sours one of your sweet love stories
and who sets fire to happy endings.
One who condemns you to collecting your own ashes
while blowing hard to disperse them even more.
One who steals the map of your journey together
and destroys your compass,
condemning you to wander aimlessly.
May you find at least one person like that,
because believe me, I know:
when you return from someone like that
– because one always returns –
you are never the same.
Nor need you be.