Friends are like libraries. Every bookshelf is a person, and each bookshelf has different books – some interesting, others boring, and also some really sad ones. It’s fascinating to reading them, to think about their content, to turn pages.

And sometimes, it is also necessary to close the book, perhaps for some time, perhaps forever. You can’t escape that feeling – of melancholy, of gratefulness, or also of bitterness. Closing a book, closing a life part, is a heavy matter. It touches your inner self; it affects not only you and their memories of your past, but also reflects on the future that is yet to be written. Hopefully you will be able to take a positive aspect, and if it’s only one, from every book that you close and put back on your shelf. And have someone read it – it might just be the very help that they had been yearning for so long…