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The change

Sometimes we have to go through dark times. These times are dominated by gloomy feelings of hopelessness and despair that we want to rob all our strength and hope. It is these times, ending in which words and tears begin. Where people change and feelings, and bring our otherwise orderly life upside down. Where hopes burst like soap bubbles. Where there are common goals to transform into an unattainable dream. Where losing sight radiance and voices silenced. Where love ends and break hearts.
And suddenly we see the world only through a veil, no more eye for beauty, no joy for what we had always used to smile. And great fear of what may come.
Maybe we hoped very much. Very fought. And very loved. All the more tragic when we have to see, finally, that we futile dreams are chased. And are finally arrived at the point andem we feel that we have reached the end. The end of this story.
Then it's Time to let go. So that we can begin a new story.
What remains is the pain.
she knows it. She, who must still weeping, think back to her story. Again and again and again. And the memories they seem to eat, drive their new tears in the face until she falls asleep exhausted and the next morning as exhausted wakes up. For they know for sure: This story has reached its final end. There is no sequel. There is no repetition.
There is no going back.

So they can not do anything more. Except wait.

Wait for the winter goes away, and with it their pain that feels so cold in her chest.
Wait for the spring returns, and with it her smile, as timid as the first buds in the soil.
Wait for the summer and wakes him with her new-born energy with which they run through fields of flowers and can jump over streams.
waiting for the sun, with which it can radiate to the bet.
Waiting for new love. To new stories. Waiting for a miracle.

And one day, all of a sudden they're back, those happy times that we live so much. These times are marked by wonderful feelings of love, friendship and happiness, give us new strength and hope. It is these times, ending in which words and laughter begins. Where people and emotions come together to make something special occur. Where fears burst like soap bubbles. Where's goals to transform common dreams. Where can her eyes beam and voices are interrupted by kisses. Where love begins and hearts are healed.

The they are, these bright periods. continue
This very special times, for it is always worthwhile.
she knows it.
so she hopes. So she fights. So she never gives up.
you until the sun appears. And it seems right to the heart.
Then they know for sure: They're back, those happy times. Finally.