People feel lonely when they are deprived of seeing the people they want to see.
I do not know if I should say I am a lonely soul. I have lost many people
I did not want to loose.
Every time is moribund and I thought I could never
lived through. Of course I survived when time passed by. But the ghosts
in my memory who never aged a day! I remember the first love when I was at nineteen.
That pair of eyes took my heart away, to the sunny field, wandered along the river
that ran across our classroom, day and night, starry sky.
Of course, it came to pass,
just like all sweets things in my life. Now I am thirty one, alone, and
I do not know anymore if I am a lonely soul, only thing that I am left to know -
I cannot grow old with any of them.
