Psyché

Sick of having the feeling that I'm always going to miss good friends that are far away and might not see again in my whole life. I want to have a frozen heart.Love story; Once upon a time there was a little boy in love with the color blue, he wore blue clothes, had blue toys, he even had blue eyes. One day he met a little boy that was in love with the color red, wore red clothes, played with red toys and he even had red hair! Blue is nicer! said the first boy. No no, answered the second. They argued for weeks...Blue is nicer.No! red is nicer!! Until one day a little girl with blue eyes and red hair came along. She wore a blue skirt and a red shirt. What is the nicest color of all? asked the red hair boy caressing her red shiny hair. Yes, said the blue eyed boy looking deeply inside her sparkling blue eyes. What is the nicest color of them all? So the little girl said; Come with me! taking them by the hand. She took them to a beautiful forest and said; The nicest color of them all shall be green.