"He would love to live in a sleepy town in the hills teaching in a school. He dreamt of living in a small wooden house with a lawn in the front. He dreamt of idle evenings, watching the sun go down behind distant peaks laced with clouds, with the woman of his dreams in his arms, sharing his shawl.
And I would love to start my own small coffee shop there. We imagined him teaching in the school at the hill-top. He would walk wearily down that hill to my coffee shop when classes got over every evening. I would keep his favourite cookies and black coffee ready and we would spend hours talking.
We did not realize when the school of his dreams and the café of my dreams had, as if by some magic, found the same valley."