For many years I have been your friend and mentor, but now you want more. Why, next to you today, do I see myself as an old cricket from the fairy tale about Pinocchio. Where can I get my hands on some rejuvenating apples? There is no gray hair in the white hair, but the beard adds years. Can not live without you. I forget how to breathe when you're around. You are twenty-one, I am forty-five. My eccentric princess! What needs to happen for me to accept irrevocably that you are the only one for me?