I didn't have a long story under the love point of view. I guess that was also my fault: how someone who doesn't believe in the other half, can really find love?

Who can live without love?

Emilia was a lonely girl, in love with everyone who took a look at her. She was hoping somebody would have come along and kiss her, telling her 'the time has come for you to fly up with me'.

Evan was a lonely boy. A dreamer lost in his dreams.

One day, under the fierce sun of an archaeological excavation, in Greece, Emilia looked up and found him. But she thought: "Well...no way that he's gonna look at me, ugly, shy, loud,...no way!".

This time, Emilia was wrong and the miracle happened. Somebody she wanted so much, the one she was hoping for, kissed her.

He came back home with her.

She went to visit him in the States.

He came to Europe in March.

 

Can love really exist?

Until Evan will breathe on this Earth, yes.