Character: Elizabeth Lizzie

He will pick up the keys?
- Well, who knows. I will leave the keys. Some go for a few days, others are for weeks.
And more often?
- And often the keys are left in the Bank.
- Why keep them? Toss!
- No. I can't do that.
Why?
- If I throw them away, the doors to which they fit, are closed for ever, and this is not for me to decide.

Some people like a mirror - they surround us and help us to understand who we are. A little reflection makes me like myself.

I immediately felt that can tell you all. I write to you, remembering our conversations. What do you remember me? The girl who liked blueberry pie, or a girl with a broken heart?

The last three days I learned not to trust people. I did not succeed. Sometimes we need to communicate with other people, to understand who we really are.

When you're gone, just memories... And a few lines on the account.

- Sometimes it is better to know nothing. Sometimes, there's just no reason.
- Everything for a reason.
- Look, here is the desserts. To night the cheesecake and the Apple pie is destroyed. The peach cobbler and the chocolate mousse cake was almost nothing left. But blueberry pie always remains intact.
What's wrong with the blueberry pie?
- With the blueberry pie all right. It simply does not take, that's all. He is innocent, just that no one wants.

- What happened to them?
- Life happened, time happened, as it always happens...

If anyone comes looking for me, give him the keys.
- What is it?
- That he is a bastard!

- Why do you have the keys?
Because if I throw the doors to which they fit, will never open.
But it may happen that even if they come to the door, you still will not be able to open it. Or at the door will be a completely different person.

- These keys are left, a young couple, a few years ago. I'm sure they thought they were going to spend the rest of our lives together.
- And what happened?
- As a rule, after some time they come to us... one by one.
- Maybe just not the right person?
- Maybe it's just not the same feelings?

It took me almost a year to get here. In the end not so difficult to cross the street. More importantly, who is waiting for you on the other side.

How can you say goodbye to those who can't live?.. I'm not saying goodbye, I said nothing, I just left... at the end of the night I decided to move on.