One day She meets a man who gives her so many sensations, emotions, life, feelings on the verge, but He leaves. It remains a deep scar in memory, under the smell, under exactly that song or film, in which the two of them were happy to goosebumps. She was waiting for his call, a rare meeting, a warm hug. She was ready to dance, to love, to give herself away, not even exchanging for the fact that He could not belong to her. Feelings of an imminent parting, when you can’t breathe, see enough, talk enough ... And He left. And all parts of the body into small pieces, tears sobbing.

And He was just a vector. The vector that set you the right course, directed you, changed your life beyond recognition and so warm from the memories, and so grateful that He left. He left the smell and music, and the real, Yours, reliable and loving appeared in life.