Imagine as an dude in power i get lonely from time to time. 

In quiet moments i think a lot about the woman that once 

came across my way at the little Cafe in Amsterdam. 

She had this wavy hair that blows in the wind. I can 

remember exactly what she was wearing that day. 

My shyness wont allow me to say something nice and 

heart warming to her. I was thinking were would this 

beautiful lady going to. What are her plans. Questions after 

questions. My eyes were catching fire, a bombshell right 

in front of me, i said to myself control yourself she might 

have a husband that could break your neck. 

So the lady went her way before i could have said a word. 

In seconds i thought. Its been a while since this catchy 

moment got right into my head with thinking about it 

and driving me nuts. I have no idea what she might be doing 

right now. There must be a chance to reach out to this 

elegant lady, but how ? 

I even started a podcast and an article writing in 

newspapers. With the headline, I like your dress that you 

wearing in Amsterdam. Please call, i have watched you 

passing by in Grogs Cafe in February the 17th. Flyer 

were attached in the whole town. 

It was hopeless. My mood turns into angry. 

Until i started to publish the story dedicating to the one 

I missed the chance talking to.