About people … about me


I want to talk about the people in my life.

About honest people.

About ordinary people.

About people who were few in number.

They are the people who mattered to me.

I asked some of them to enter my soul when I felt alone.

Others have been passing my life.

Many of them left no memory behind.

Some of them went with me.

Others fled.

Some left promising to return.

The few that remained left something beautiful and good; it was the beautiful memories we spent together, the precious lessons we learned with them and love.

So there were too few for whom I meant «something» for them.


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