I would have liked to have wish I had been wiser, to have been more decided, not to have and I wish I hadn't thought so much. But I was shy, so serious, so quiet, that was my problem. She was always talking about beautiful things, never about war or hunger, and she used to laugh all the time with that charming voice. She always shone. I studied with her at the hill school on the hill, she was my close friend, but I wanted more than a friendship. When the school ended, she told said to me: “you have been my best friend, so I know you very pretty well, and I didn’t understand why you didn’t live for real, really live, please don’t think too much everything, only just live”. I didn’t say anything nothing. I went to university, and we didn’t talk again, but all time I used to think her but I always thought about her.<em> </em>Sometimes she would write me an email, talking about her life live, her news friends, her sorrows or her joys, and I would answer answered some (of them) her emails. When I finished the college I traveled around the word, and learned a lot of things about the life. and I developed social tools, I quit to be a shy guy, so and called her. I didn’t know if she was <em>married</em>, or with if she had a boyfriend, but I needed to try. <em>Nobody asnwered the phone.</em> I come went back to my country, and I searched looked for her, but I didn’t like what I found. She has been was in a hospital, not at the college, she had a horrible disease, she always had known knew it for a long time, and but she didn’t want to tell me nothing. Her tomb is beautiful. I hope she is watching looking after me. of my life. Only I regret not have told what I felt. The only regret I have is not telling her how I felt.