And I everyday I wonder, will I ever experience something like this again?

I can't remember what date it was. But I know it was a Thursday and that the it was past midnight and you called me and invited me over because you needed to laugh.

I remember that I wore the dress that you love, you know the pink one with all the colorful flowers? I wore my hair up high in a scrunchy and I had barely no make-up on since it was late and you'd seen me without make-up several times before.

I remember that it was one of those nights, where everything was perfect. The moon was big and shining and the sky with all the stars were so bright. It was flawless. I also remember that before I left the house, I stood in front of the mirror for ages, observing myself and going over every detail. Just this particular night, I wanted everything to be perfect, including I.

I remember turning up on your driveway and turning of the car. And I just sat there listening to the beautiful words of the song “My Hero” before I had courage to go inside to see you.

You met me at the door and you hugged with me your warm arms like only you can. And then I looked into your beautiful, mysterious dark brown eyes and you kissed me, with that passion that only you can. And I had to gasp for breath to stop me from fainting.

You then led me up to your room where you sat down in your bed and told me how beautiful I looked, how you've never seen anyone with a smile like mine. I remember thinking to myself how lucky I was for having you in my life, and how lucky I was that I got to touch those strong, beautiful cheekbones of yours. You then dragged me down to bed and laid me down next to you, face to face and I kept studying your face. Your long brown eyelashes, your perfectly shaped nose and of course, your soft, small, perfect lips.

I kept thinking that nothing was better than this and how I before, had been able to live without you. Before me and you, you were just a dream. You were that kind of guy that every guy at school wanted to be, and the boyfriend that all of the girls wanted to have. And now, I just could not believe that you were mine, nobody else's, just mine.

You then woke me up from my own thoughts by saying “Please remember that I never wanted to hurt you” And I just could not understand what you were saying or what you tried to say. You then told me what a perfect couple we were and how you would never, ever find someone like me. And I still could not understand what you were saying until you said the sentence that made it all make sense “ Everything has and end, and now it's our turn. “

I sat up and so did you. I asked why and you answered that it was not me, that it was you. You who needed to be alone, you who needed to find yourself again. That you had been so in love that you had lost yourself. I didn't know what to say so I stood up in front of you with tears burning under my eyelids and with a heart that just had been split in to a thousand pieces. We then walked downstairs to the door together and just stood in front of it for several minutes before you opened your mouth and said “ I wish you the best of luck baby, please don't go thinking that this was a waste of time. I will never forget you, even if I tried”

This was a exactly a year ago, and I still go over every single detail of this night in my head. And I sometimes wonder if you do the same? Do you ever miss me? Do you regret what you did that late summer night in august?

Because oh boy, I miss you. Every night and everyday. I miss having your arms around me, I miss your kisses that made me lose my breath and most of all I miss being you being a part of me.

And I everyday I wonder, will I ever experience something like this again?

All alone.

When you're born, you get a mum and a dad,

to play with you, and cheer you up when you're sad.

Imagine having to leave them, and be all alone

and going to a place where the people is just skin and bone

No one to play with, or to cheer you up when you're sad.

Just being there all alone, and missing what you had.

“Your dad, your hero. But everyone else's too?”

It was in the first days of March 1941 that the Nazi authorities in Krakow moved the city's Jews into a ghetto. They all just shoved them in to a crowd district that was surrounded by a large high wall. They forced the Jew's to work in factories event hough they were only skin and bones.

Elena, a young catholic girl lived right next to the ghetto and from her parents bedroom she saw what was going on in there.

Imagine living somewhere where you can see all the bad in the world. In a place from where you can see people who are so thin that they almost can't stand, people who walk around in clothes that barely isn't clothes anymore. How would you react?

Picture yourself waking up everyday and knowing that right outside that bedroom window, there is hell. What if you were that young catholic girl Elena? What if you were the one who got to see a baby being smashed right into the wall and hearing the mother's scream?

Your dad is a hero to you, isn't he? Imagine your dad being a hero for everyone else to. And that everyday that he is being a hero for everyone, he risk his life. He saves life, he feeds people that are hungry, he gives medicine to the sick ones, but all in secret.

But what if someone discovers him and he gets killed? What if he leaves for work one day and never comes home again? What if someone kills him? They kill him for helping others, the ones in need. But what if you also need him? Who will take his place in your life? Who's tucking you into bed at nights, who cheers you up when your sad?

Personally I would not want my father to risk his life, but of course there is two sides of it. It is really great that he saves other peoples lives and makes them better but what about everyday, having the thought in the back of my head that every time you meet him, might be the last?