When I was a kid I met a woman, she was named BM our neighbors. She was a friend of my father. She was pretty good when I'm sick, she is very worried. We are very close to the stage wearing the same shirt every day when we were 9 years old, I knew her as man !! I was very angry I could not talk to him anymore. After that, we did not see each other because he had moved to another house. I'm very sorry to do that to him. When I grow up I met him again that day was that my father met with friends. Incidentally, I met him again, he is very handsome, I could not recognize him. When we met, we both do not speak. I feel very sorry But I think that over the next while, we would talk to each other like friends, even though he will not think