Some boys amaze us in our green years, only to miss them in the end. They accompany us to grow and teach us love, but they are lost along the way. Have you ever had this experience? You obviously don't have amazing powers of observation, but you can see a similar figure in the vast sea of people, and you stop for it; you obviously don't have extraordinary hearing, but you can hear a familiar voice in the hustle and bustle, and you hold your breath for it. Over the years it has become a habit that cannot be broken, and it is a voluntary sinking that is hopeless.