I went to your second home on the last day of June. I don't know why I am referring to that place as your second home but I think thats how humans are, we tend to make everything dramatic and slightly sad or maybe I am like this. khair. It is so pretty, so peaceful I can't even begin to explain. You know I always thought my city was the most peaceful place to live but that's where I want to live ab bas.
So I figured out a few things there. I have completely gotten over you because that place, those roads, and trees didn't remind me of you, although I have always associated that vicinity with you but today I feel like I superimposed some new goals and some new memories on those old associations.
I overheard two ladies at the cafe (I didn't mean to, I was just passing by with my order, they had self-service there, makes sense right?) so I heard them talk about male to female officers ratio and stuff and I saw people running for a better version and better future for themselves and believe me although the semester ended I have never been more motivated to be somewhere and be someone so strong and powerful and successful.
That place is now my reference of motivation, there's something about it, in its air and the trees and the roads that make you want to be somewhere high and huge and important.
And maybe that's why I called it your 'second home' in the start, so that I can call it something else, in the end, map my growth, the change in my heart. I wish you all the best but I don't wish to be with you anymore. There is so much more I have to wish for, so much I have to work for.
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