This city bodes to be so familiar as we inch closer to the city core. The smells, the sight of these old buildings, the sounds of the bustling of feet walking in a hurry, makes me yearn for this chapter to be done and I can return to my home. Despite this city always being a similitude of my home, I feel an incredible pain inside knowing that I’m not here to see my better half but rather on a business trip.
It has become rather eery to me that I so quickly associate smells to certain people. One smell I’ve forever etched in my head wafts past me in the cooling spring breeze. I look for you and remember how far you probably are from here at this moment. It pains me to think how much I gave up once I let you go.
It’s very surreal of a feeling now that I look back on it.
