As the sun’s rays disappear to leave behind a grand illusion we like to call the sunset; the orange skies reminded me of a distant memory.
I was there — in that faraway place where country roads and back roads stretch endlessly, pine trees stood tall, rivers run clean, mountains as far as the eye can see, and waterfalls dive into endless streams. You get a different vibe from the people. It’s a town filled with secrets everybody knew.
And for a while, I thought I saw a future there.
We were there. We laughed. We cried. We shared stories. Our laughter and problems echoed all through the day and night, disturbing the neighbors. Our jams were unwelcome in a town that sleeps at 7 in the evening.
All those fleeting moments turned into short memories.
When the time comes, we’ll all meet again. Indeed, I would have grown by then, and we’ll all laugh about those days.
And that’s how the story goes — hello, goodbye, and hello.
Funny how days leave a track of longing.
Maybe home is where the heart is, but the heart is fickle, and the mind is always undecided. Here I am again, getting in over my head.
I miss the sunsets. I miss the hikes. I miss the scenic drives. And I never thought I’d say this, but I miss the winds that blow strongly down the road.
Maybe I should have stayed a little longer.
Every step I took away from you, I felt the ground pull away from my feet.
It seems like I have found where I need to be, yet all I do now is stare at the ceiling and hope the healing will soon come.
That place gave me heartworm.
And maybe that’s why I couldn’t admit that it hurt too much to leave, but it’s never wrong to want to move on. After all, growth is never where you don’t belong.
I close my eyes and know that those days made me who I am.
And now I’m here. As I watch the sunset on the horizon, I suddenly feel at peace.
