Hudson's notebook entry: Dec 24, 2010 I want my Rose back to me. I love my Rose. She is far away. Before she was close. Because my Rose was so far away? We both talked about so many beautiful words, Our words can not die. The words are the feelings and true love never dies. I've been crying all day, my feelings are transformed in poetry. Como eu posso amar alguém que eu conheci a tão pouco tempo? Como isso pode acontecer? My heart is broken, broken, sad, lonely and dreamy. I learned that everything has a price on life. I learned that the price of doubt is innocence. Because we have several relationships before meeting the right person? Why? Why can not we find the right person first? Why?