A single day contained so many Journeys and the Stories as if they were meant to meet.
And Baltimore, you were the humble host of all the Reunions.
Belgium, Filling our stomachs and the time apart Memories came to life and we smiled — Together
Sydney, Talking to random seagulls between our conversations I found a feather given by a fearsome friend
Geneva, Learning how to pronounce a foreign word— Affogato I imagined this is how life should taste
Yokohama, Making fun of the sushi places hidden in the brick walls My heart secretly traveled back home
Istanbul, Discovering the colorful lamps I thanked for kindnesses sent from different directions
Unexpectedly, All the journeys took us back to the 5th grade, picking up our favorites at a candy shop — and I promised never to follow any strangers!
Baltimore, You’ve taught me how it feels to grow up. not being somebody else, but sowing seeds in our moments, good days and bad days, — just like we gave a name and fell in Love with every single corner of the Town.
A few months ago I was counting the days until you left because your lack of presence would have been a better present than the one you didn't give me for my birthday this year
Every night I would wait for the day to come when you wouldn't be near as if your body was in my bed pressing down on my chest until I could no longer breathe
Hating your best friend will not hurt them but it will twist your own heart in ways you never thought possible and you will pray on stars with fingers crossed that it might break or better stop beating
Absence makes the heart grow fonder and the tears in our blanket and the tears in our eyes have been thoughtlessly mended with intertwined fingers in basement bathrooms of bars we couldn't find again with a map to guide us
Tomorrow you'll leave me and move on to adventures more exciting than drunk searches for familiar faces on streets we could draw perfectly with blurred vision
I hate to say I'll miss you and I hate more to see you go but your darkness was always darker than mine and your light was always too bright for me to look at so I hope the contrast of the rainy days and the sunshine fills you up in a way nothing else ever has
You were born to fly away but never given the chance so I hope you find that the airplane wings fit you just right
I hope you accidentally leave the little broken pieces of yourself on the cobblestone in London and in the fountains of Rome and do not realize it until you return home
I wish you the best and the same for myself because two flowers cannot grow in one *** but if grown separately they can one day make a beautiful bouquet