There are people who leave their mark on my heart and in our soul. They write the name from the depths of our minds. We're hurt, when you leave everything: dreams, hopes, desires, ideas, and they go to the back door. I'm not saying anything, not even a simple "goodbye." Dared to give us macăr little hope that one day we will meet, we will hug, we will serve a Cup of coffee together, and we'll discuss how I did at the time. Leaves us alone and sad, thoughts and dreams that we give life, in the way that we go on the road chose, without them.
The memories we can't remove with a sponge. We can't dump it, because that connects us with the past, beautiful or less beautiful. A past that we have formed, we implanted opinions and thoughts, he changed his Outlook on life or certain things. When we come routine, to forget everything that happened once, forget, tears, smiles, pain, surprise, sorrow. We live with worries, desires, hopes, wishes, today, we have forgotten those who once loved. We lie before sunset.
And when there is silence of the soul, when we are liberated from responsibilities, work, stress, obligations, and only us and our thoughts, we find through hidden memories, dusty and hidden, through the mind. We find the memories that make us laugh in a roar. We can't see so easily, because some of us can't leave, which was nice. And in moments of loneliness to flip through those memories, even if we do bad to ourselves. We have reason, it may be naive, but it's true. Really, it's called love.