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Walking down the street I remember you, through my life I have had to leave you behind. Not because I want to but because I have to. You always were there, by my side, grabbing my little hand. Cheering me up when things get heavier. On the dark and scary moments of life you were there with me; pushing me to break any barrier, going against adversities; Leading my path with your little hand; Carrying me on your back if it was necessary but you never let me fall apart. Now I feel lonely because you are not here anymore. It is really hard to forget your little hand saying goodbye to me. Our hands move because we force them but they truly know what we want. They would endlessly see what we do not. Our little hands never want to leave. They are so stuck to each other that they are like shadows; Shadows of our heart. Shadows that lead to an unknown and emotional path which we are afraid of that we just walk away. We do not realize we are moving away but that is what we are doing. Our hands know it. Our hands cry. They kick and scream but we never listen to them. We think that we know what we really want but sometimes we are just blind by reason. That little voice inside our head that confuses us with logic and force us to take the right choice. Thanks to that voice we throw away passion, love and feelings. Our hands feel each other; they know we do not want to be apart. We want to stay here by each other side, forever. Like if eternity was the answer. I could look at you through your eyes, through eternity. You could do the same with me but our little hands would always know what we are truly feeling. Here we are, saying goodbye again, shaking our hands forever. I do not know when I would see you again. I do not even know if I would see you again. But I remember your little hand passing through my hair, like if there were no worries at all. Like if we were becoming one. Moist! My face is getting wet. Is it a rain drop or a tear drop? I do not know maybe both, maybe none. All I know is that I remember you.