One day, all of us that are friends will separate from each other; some will relocate, some will travel out of the country while others will join their ancestors (death). Like the saying goes "Ten friends cannot be together for ten years" we will miss our conversations of everything and nothing; the dreams that we had. Days will pass by, months, years, until this contact becomes rare...
One day our children will see our pictures and ask 'Who are these people?'
And we will smile with invisible tears because a heart is touched with a strong word and you will say: 'IT WAS THEM THAT I HAD THE BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE'.
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