Towards the Inner

y writing. Luckily, the conference had taken place at my favourite destination – on the Island, by the sea, with the sun and warmth... One by one the passengers boarded the plane

rences, sponsors for the topics of my articles, not to mention all those

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other, turning their heads meaningfully towards the cockpit.

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iating such energy, as if the sun had boarded the plane. Slightly tanned skin, semi-long loose blond hair, huge sparkling blue eyes. Her face looked so calm, emanating peace and tranquillity, yet sending such a surge. Perfectly dressed in sportswear – torn jeans, accompanied by a sports blouse (of

e...? Gosh, who is she? Where do I know her from? That spirited wal

t to me and win

.. And secondly, I'm Naomi; we met five years ago at such an embarrassing confere

autiful, always stylishly dressed. Yes, even then women would inquire where she had made her purchases, what perfume she had been using, what exercises she had done and where, what her diet had been, and who had done her

ressed out – solving something, and checking her phone all the time, making calls in a loud voice while gesturing wildly. She had been i

was her "Mr Right", someone she would be with for her entire life. Now, everything was different. She understo

four months ago. She showed me her first "diary", which she began to write in a week after the break-up... Well, it t

n her life. Naomi. Her full name I did not know. I just had her modest diary, only the first seven days, the toughest and most painful ones, and her story which she called the "transformation" or "deco