The time

Dearest Gibunk.. Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurt themself into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over . Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together?

I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves.

Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-bye.

Bacio, Bali