I used to believe that the life was good and beautiful. That the things would be different because finally I decided to move in another city. But I still had feelings for him, I still remember him in all the things that I did. Do you know what was the most hard thing? It was that I didn't know why I still thought to him, if he was who decide to left me.

I would rather that the things had been easier for me, but unfortunately the thing turned out so tough. I couldn't find any job, my flat was so tinny and dirty and I had to pay so much for my rent. How could be possible that I had no luck on my life. Did I make anything wrong?

I was totally unmotivated, "If I had fought more for my things, I wouldn't be there suffering for my destiny" I thought. It looked like that everything was over. But two weeks later, I was in the new job, meeting new friends and moving my staff on a new flat. Do you want to know what it happened to me?