"Loves opens doors." They say.

It has for me and my most recent love has opened a door I thought I could not open. Two months now we have shared not only an opinion but other, more personal, spaces. she has my name engraved in her heart and I have her's in mine.

I never traveled in search for companion, I always thought I'd have one for the trip. But alas! As the say I found a tall brunette to accompany me in my search for whatever it is I'm searching. In between antique furniture and turning clocks, raging cuckoos and ancient grandfathers we exchange words of past, present and future. It's bizarre how clocks can make a person talk about distinct periods of his life.

The last name of a weapon, her name screams antiquity, and I scream for the understanding she gives me. I found a companion whom I'd turn the world around for.

I found her.