Memories

That one truth was told to me one evening in a corridor. "We must part. " Then I spread a fire inside and asked, "Didn't you tell me that you are my sky, that you are the end of this path, that nothing begins and ends with you except with you. " And yet.... and yet.... you... He quietly whispered in my ear. "Every meeting and every parting are the reasons of life is enough for us to bow our heads before this judgement. I was still holding his insides in my hands. But I was proud. I kept some distance from him, not listening to the sound of my chest heaving. Finally he let go of my trembling soft fingertips and without looking back at me... not even giving me permission to leave with his eyes, walked away forever. At the last minute, I burst into tears with my usual laughter, without even crying at the time of parting sent him away. I have asked myself many times since then. Even after he stepped down, you didn't cry? I myself have found a beautiful answer to that question "The dead never cry " (Choose to be happy. Yes, it is a matter of choice. When negative thoughts enter your mind, just refuse to look at them, doing your best substitute them with happy thoughts.)