I am a 70-year-old woman from Yerevan, the capital of Armenia. I visited Zagreb back in 1967 and the city is very close to my heart. When I found out from a local newspaper that there exists the Museum of Broken Relationships, I was sad and happy at the same time.
This is a postcard that was inserted through the slit of my door a long time ago by our neighbours’ son. He had been in love with me for three years.

Following the old Armenian tradition, his parents came to our home to ask for my hand. My parents refused saying that their son did not deserve me.
They left angry and very disappointed.
The same evening their son drove his car off a cliff...

A postcard

15 godina ljubavi (10 braka) i lazi (njegove)… ocean medu nama na pocektu (Rim, Italija i Dominikanska Republika)…. Lijepi osmjeh, ogromne lazi… a sad ostaju gorcina, razocaranje…nova strana zivota pocinje.
Ljubav je strasno komplicirana! 

I’m failed like a Disney princess… I’m a witch now

2 little butterflies met on a app, spoke by phone and then met in Bordeaux. Really beautiful time together, but the first day of a real meeting was also the last. Everything ended with a bouquet of a white chrysanthemum and a white lily. Goodbye blue butterfly.

Lily & Chrysanthemum 

“I gave the mass for you today so at least your protected”

That was the most precious gift that I ever received from my entire life! 

Thương!

A postcard

I’m failed like a Disney princess… I’m a witch now

Lily & Chrysanthemum

The unspoken feelings