Dead Memories.

So Agus and I, we were in the terminal, waiting for the bus to come back to home, there weren't any, so she asked me to buy an ice cream, coz the weather was too damn hot, and sunny, ok, she was eating her ice cream, sitting next to me, and in front of us, there were 2 guys, a couple, madly in love, they were both deaf and dumb, and for obvious reasons they were communicating with each other thru their hands, and seeing them made me think.. how amazing love is for some people, they looked soo happy together, soo inspiring, soo romantic.. but well, the thing that I could remember, is that years ago.. in 2007, I was sitting alone, in a square, after a walk under the rain, and I was sad that day, and I forgot the umbrella at home, the rain was falling over me, there was no one else there, I was listening to  music, and all of a sudden, someone puts an umbrella to protect me from the falling rain, and it was a guy, I never had seen him before, was the first time, and I told him, no, thanks, is a bit late and I'm all wet, so is useless, but thank you, and he nodded, like saying it's ok, but he didn't say anything, and he sat by my side, and took from his pocket cigarettes, and offered me one, so I told him ok, let's smoke, I lit my cigarette, we were smoking, and I was waiting that he would start the conversation, but nothing, we both ended the cigarette, and no word was said, so as was getting late, I stood up, and told him, that I was leaving, and he, with his hands, told me, I can't speak, I can't ear anything, but I understand everything, and I can talk with my hands, and that, to me, was sooo touching, the problem was, that I didn't know how to speak his dialect, so I had to do some signals, to make him understand, that I had to leave, so he understood, and I left. 

The time was passing by, and I didn't know anything about that guy, I didn't meet him in the street, nothing, and I don't know, how many days passed since the first day that we met, but a random day, we found in the street, with the crew that I used to play video games, he was a part of too, and I felt soo happy to know that at least we could keep in touch, doing something  that we both could enjoy a lot, so we used to smoke weed together, the whole crew, and later play video games, so when we had to wait for our turn to kick asses, we used to talk, the dumb friend, his name is francisco, but we, the crew used to call him pancho, he was a crazy guy, and he used to tell me his stories, and also jokes, he was too funny, and used to make me laugh a lot, I didn't know how to talk with him, and with time, he was teaching me, and being high, it was easier for me to learn his dialect, coz if someone who smokes weed is reading this, knows what I mean, so well, we used to have super nice times together, and he was the closest to a friend that I had at that time, he was very understanding, with me and my things, and that was something that anybody of the ones that were like me couldn't do. It has been a lot of time, that I don't know absolutely nothing about pancho, since 2009, I haven't seen him, I haven't heard anything about him, nobody knows nothing about him, I hope that wherever is he, is having happy times, I miss that guy, and I would like to meet with him once again.