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Waters River were anything but terse. Narcissus himself would shed tears reflected in the current, which could carry around everything but the thoughts that crowded his mind of that boy. He walked with slow steps along the path, a little 'tired, a bit' to his innate laziness. It was a few meters from the shore and see him so, with bowed head, seemed lost to listen to the gurgle of the little waves that rippled the waters. It seemed only. But it was enough to turn his eyes a bit 'more right to see all his friends, who waved and laughed. He was a spot in that lot, soiled with his tired walking the force of that small group of boys. Yet there he was, for some reason. Perhaps because the best way to remember is not to think, and say that it is enough to do to succeed. He thought at that time than it was stupid to try and forget. He thought of the water, which had always been there but had never stops. He thought his friends, who are everything a man can have before you a woman takes them away. He thought of that path, the memory of long walks to talk to try to understand, to remain in silence to learn to understand each other. And that river always there beside them nodded. Then it all suddenly disappeared. All remained where it was in truth but in his mind did not matter. He felt her hand to shake hers. He did not even turn my head to see it, the just hear to know it was there. He had a thousand questions for the head, but he avoided looking into her eyes for fear of finding all the answers. Finally he said, "Where are you now?". He asked that. He asked her, knowing that this would not have changed anything. She did not answer. But with his eyes all that was wrapped around them. He felt it, and as in those silences them gone, he was able to make sense. At the same moment his hand burst into tears in his, and all around appeared that she had left. And he knew that he had not left at all.

I love you. Wherever you are and it is not.