I love how Americans use the expression “at the end of the day”. To me it sounds more optimistic than its german equivalent. I don’t know how this very day it will end, but I hope it will hold some of the love I felt when it begun. I sometimes may think to much about things that – and I am sure about it – with time passing will becoming meaningless. It’s this one single lesson I will and most likely have to learn: Come down, breathe.
I believe.