Resignationrecord Of Employment

Make a good trip ...

Just me.

Just words that I (written) I do my way of life, between work and passion.

Just a day goes by I do not mess a blank page, Today, perhaps, I can not write what I want.

A "I'll miss you" is too little, an 'so we will feel "too trivial

a" I'll always remember "too melodramatic.

why I decided to write as I am: belly, with the shutters closed, her hair tied and a chocolate biscuit.

of you and for you.

And then I write that I miss you, because life is made of moments lived, and we, we have lived all their own.

From tears to laughter, pain, big and small joys immense as yesterday, the silence shared with the talks until five in the morning, shopping in the pouring rain strictly to days spent at home, by quarrels (because there are were also those) to the complicity that made us grow and love life.

Somewhere I wrote that "a significant departure wait."

Like when passing through the station, you hear the train whistle and the sound of the rails you hit in the head and heart, because for every person that leaves there one that remains.

As a tear.

You parties.

I remain.

Someone taught me that love is synonymous with freedom and liberty that fits with truth and beauty.

You gave me all this, every day.

Because every day was like opening a gift bag without throwing away the paper.

That paper helped me write the story of a friendship that no one has ever told, and every page I would like to ear, to remind all that we have experienced and learned over the years.

Because you were there every time I was there.

And I was there every time you were there.

Yesterday was not only your success, but also mine.

And you left, will be mine.

Why a piece of us always ends in the heart of the people we love.

And accompanying them wherever they go.

A departure also means to remember and to hope.

Remember those who get on the train carrying the noise of the rails.

And hope that the same train that brought her back one day with the same whistle and the noise that gets in your head and heart.

Then do a good journey, my friend and remember ... that you always have a piece of me.

You can not go back ... I could not live without.