Once upon a time in september, I had a dream. I dreamed about two lovers, who would search for each other, reincarnation after reincarnation. Sometimes they would find each other. Sometimes they wouldn't. Sometimes the circumstances would prevent them from being together. But they could always try again in the next life. They didn't know about each other. They just knew they had a strong urge to find something, or someone. And when they met, their souls would lit up and they'd know.

When I woke up from this dream, I thought it should be a book. So I started writing it. But my unfinished nanowrimo novel is going in a completely different direction. So I started browsing the library database. And Hans Peter Roel, an author I already started realising is very good, already wrote my book. And it was published 2,5 years before I dreamed.

So I reserved the book. And the library lost the book. And I had to wait for a long time. Finally, the library borrowed the book from another library so I can read it. And I'm about to open it's pages for the very first time right now, and that's very beautiful.