**oana**:
You come to love not by finding the perfect person...but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.
**oana**:
“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”
**oana**:
“The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.”
**oana**:
“I don't think we did go blind, I think we are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do not see.”