I am writing this to you, dear friend, because of my memories close to your heart from the past. It used to be so big (your heart) that ten castles would fit in it, and there would be a big green park around them. Before, you couldn't read this without tears in your eyes and lots of hugs. Coincidentally, your kiss turned out to be the "kiss of Judas" of my life. You hit me under the waist when I was vulnerable. He left me alone and surrounded my loneliness with the smiles of stolen friends. I am writing to you because you have decided to return. After so many years, without warning, sharply and innocently. I know I'm the perfect non-committal friend. I know that for you I am the unread "Dandelion Wine", next to your bed, with a marked page of a dried leaf. And you were that to me. When I counseled you, my friend, do not leave me, do not accept this time, life returns - you laughed at me. He took everyone's hand and rejoiced in my sadness. What were you looking for in me when I stood up? Where were you then? I do not love the subdued, but you obey all and are subject to me. I will be the blue eyes and blond hair from your forgotten photos, but nothing more. Don't blame me for your troubles - I warned you a long time ago. With love, ...