I have a dear friend. Actually they never made long talks together, we always met ... from afar.

Infuse the little I know, I do not know exactly where he lives, I do not know how it made its home, I do not even earn that salary.

I know so little about him that nobody would believe me if I say that is a friend.

Yet I feel so.

There are people who knew them, know them so many things, but what we see is only the surface layer.

Do not you feel, and even if they do not feel we are maybe in Tugging her love when they meet us, but we are seeing, not really.

We meet people and establish human relationships sometimes even respectable, but they are and will remain forever unknown.

This is because we have not listened to their hearts, and they have not heard ours. We laughed and joked with them. Sometimes a fight. But the image that we like is printed on a photographic plate: two-dimensional.

Maybe we do not like to admit it for fear of loneliness. But that solitude, even if we can not accept it, is all.

Rarely can have an extraordinary meeting, but we could not remain indifferent because more often than not we listen.

We do not know they want to look in depth remain on the surface is easier, less painful.

Goodbyes does not cost anything, the encounters are not afraid of the inevitable, subsequent separations.

Each in its own shell is closed, again the idea that has drawn the other. And all is consumed there, on the surface.

Joys and sorrows are only images of fantasy. Just because a small event, a new emotion, to move all the attention elsewhere and friend who thought quickly disappears in the shadows, coming out relentlessly by our thoughts, our field of perception.

But true friends, those "heart", the connection does not stop ever.

They remain close to us, even if you do not say it, or not openly.

They know, as we know, and that is enough.

Do you believe that there are friends of this nature?

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