have you ever felt like...as much as you try to move on...you somehow manage to remain in the past? and as much as you try to forget and carry on...you seem to be closer to the thing you're trying to avoid? and even though everything seems to be in your favour...you can't reach to take a deep breath and continue without being pulled back by a memory, a word, a wisper, that touch... you realize that you're just an actor in a play that seems to forget the lines...and needs to come back over and over again...and after a lot of hard work...you play your part...but you're still not pleased? ... and then...when you almost succed...you see that face, you hear that voice and encounter a deep look in the eyes...the look of two crazy teenages who somewhere in time were so tight up...but crazyness wwas all that they had...that's what brought them together... and suddenly she realizes it's over...and that this is just her part of the story...a story that now seems to identify itself with a look in the eyes that seems to send them into the past...to the promiss they silently made...maybe we'll meet again in the future...but surely we won't be the same two crazy teenagers...
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