I didn't really wanna leave though.
I was feeling so fine, I mean, I could have stayed among these people for a month without feeling I was lacking anything, more or less.
I hate goodbyes, even when they are not lasting forever . I always end in tears, and I did again when at the airport I had to pass through my gate.
The shattering then, can't be well described here: it belongs all to stomach, mind and soul, and to me these are all sensations which were meaning a lot,and they still, so I don't wanna write about them, because in a way I would dismiss them being able to define them in a paragraph or in a sentence.
They are my most precious evidence I was having a great time with even greater persons in London.I long for feeling even the same sadness in saying "Bye" to all of you again.
I'd like to live it all again tomorrow, if possible.
All I can remember and think, is that I am a lucky one.
You made me lucky and well repaid my faith that if you dream along, and have the bravery for trying to make your dreams real, then nothing can really ban you from a pure joy .
You have been my pure joy.
And I am glad I lived it all, joy and mess, pain and troubles, laughes and cries, alongside my very personal shining angel.The best of them all you are. :)
See you next time, *luv* Meli