read the words between us. Those that lead us every time toward a new, small or great achievement. Small footprints as you wrote. Still anniversaries, days and months to confront the past. A repeat each other the things we need to learn, to challenge us, laughing, listening to music, watching movies, to support us. Just to be there. But no, not why. Without unnecessary explanations. Only us. We walk up steps in all from that first conversation, others will. Meet other faces, we are met, I sottoporrai a thousand of your "coupon" and you go as a sudden thought. You'll still be here to give me your embrace.
Maybe we'll get lost, it will happen tomorrow, maybe not. Certainly not forget, not me. It is not for my memory, not because they are attached to the bloody past, but because you complete me. Why
as Carrie Bradshaw said: "After all the seasons change, and so did the city. People come into your life and then leaving, but it is comforting to know that those you love remain forever etched in your heart. "
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