One day your bricks will be broken. Believe me, because I, I was made of bricks. Some people will say they love your bricks, but actually they will give you reason to built new ones to protect yourself. Some will strike you in the basement, slowly shooting one by one your most beautiful and precious bricks. Some will try to crash the whole wall, like a tornado, fast and furious, no hostage, no mercy. And you will crack, compulsively healing the wounds, keep building and building the bricks. But one day, I hope all of you meet someone special one day. Someone, with whom you won't need bricks anymore. Someone, who needs you. And that's how one day you realize your bricks will be broken, gone forever.