and you find those moments, right there in your screen
your heart bits a bit faster
you had forgotten that
You wish you were in that street
Wish you could look through that window again
Wish that coffee could meet your tongue once more...
It was long since you remembered that 'Happy "bomb" day'. How funny.
And even though those nasty words (fuck, damn, shite and all that) come out of your mouth, you are no less than extremely nostalgic... and happy.
because who would you be if it wasn't for every and each of those seconds that you spent there?
Sure, still Neus.
But a bit less Rodeta, you might say.
I would not say you learn how to appreciate things, people and places when you leave them;
it's rather that when you do
you can see, with the new outsider perspective, how incredibly huge that love actually was.
My love for Mostar, the school and its people would be overwhelming even for the whole Earth to handle
yet it fits in the slow motion tear that rejoices in the jorney through my skin.