Nostalgia

Time is a beautiful and terrible thing, it flows eternally and we, simple humans as we are, can do nothing about it; it brings good and bad things, it takes away moments leaving behind nothing but memories that one day, he might come and take away as well.

A minute, mere 60 seconds is a long time, but a year, 365 days, ran too fast. I left my home to pursue a dream, at that moment I was so scared of finding myself alone in a new city, filled with strangers that had no faces and represented danger. But time was kind, or maybe cruel, and gave me no less than good friends, people from whom I learnt, cultures that I could nothing but imagine, a side of me that I wouldn't have been able to find if it wasn't from the place it took me to, the people that I met and the personality that had already been forged in me. 

But of course, time has to move, we must evolve, and a year went by, and all of a sudden the clock and the calendar coincided in sending me back home; leaving a brother, a friend, a roommate and so many amazing companions in a foreign land I'm not sure to ever go back to, I received so much love there, and I gave so much love back. A part of my heart will always be there, a part of my heart will always belong to them. 

Memories remain, photos that will eventually loose color, love and care that might somehow die, friends that may become strangers, but all of us, for a brief moment, conveyed in a place and lived and loved each other and that will never disappear. 

Right now, I'm here, on a chair, typing these feelings out, with tears threatening to finally spill and my heart about to break all over again from the longing, the missing, the nostalgia there is.