Это сейчас мы дети, подростки. Но потом мы...

We are now children, teenagers. But then we all will ever leave these sites. We will grow up, really. We all will have a family, children. We will not think about contact, skype, ICQ, etc. But someday ... You are sure to find a piece of paper where your username and password are written. Just turn on the computer. You come in contact. A page that has long been empty. Read tête-à-tête with a man who was once dear. You cry. Once he was dear to you. All those messages, a million songs that you sent to each other ... Something is going to pop inside you. This person has long been offline. Your status * Left here * Updated many, many days ago. Somehow empty or something. All the friends who once wrote you on the page have grown up and haven’t visited for a long time. They are happy. And you probably too. Some have deleted their pages. Is sad Very. Do you remember what friendship you had? It seemed forever, you will remain carefree children. But no ... The time has come to become adults. As always. Re-read all messages from friends. You will cry, be sure. You will never be texting again, it’s so simple. Never. You are the last time online. * Delete page * Press the cross. Turn off the computer. That's it. Hug your husband, children. Now they are your life. Only they. And you don’t need anyone else. And in other countries, cities ... Those are people. Friends. And that, the very, most beloved ... They sit, and perhaps also remember what happened. We will never return to that life again. Life Online. But once there, at night, sitting on the windowsill will remember that happy life. All those friends. We will grow up and grow wiser. Off-Line Forever.