Say goodbye, forget the past time, or rather forget, and continue to heal wounds.
Sometimes the past is that strange mixture of “blood, sweat and tears” that persists in memory, which is interwoven with many other links, friends, memories, stories, experiences, mistakes, successes …
Sometimes it is difficult to go ahead without looking back, when this “behind” you have linked many emotions, dreams, feelings …
Sometimes past events make such great friendships wither, and these events are not entirely clear to both sides, the lack of communication can wreak havoc.
Yet we have the memory, yet vivid moments that no one can take out of our heads, neither the experience.
Continue without erasing the traces you leave in the sand, look for the thread to mend a broken heart, and live, but live is also continuously change the future for the present, and that present as past.
Although life is also to die at the same time.