What if this is my new home? What if I don’t want to leave? What if I really want to stay?
I think I left my heart back in all the cities that I fell in love with. It feels strange without it. It also feels like I’m Voldemort, splitting my souls into pieces so I continue to live even when I’m not there.
The months flew pass in a blink of an eye; time indeed is relative. I’m blessed with kind souls and good love for the past few months. Leaving is difficult, especially when I’ve made homes out of people.
Thank you for the adventures, company and love. My little heart is filled with joy, kindness and gratefulness. I am so blessed to be loved this much.
Till we meet again.
Ps: seriously thanks for spoiling me, constantly looking out for me and prioritizing me.