I’ve been meeting a lot of awesome people lately. People who i never expected to meet. Staying somewhere new makes a huge difference. A whole new culture welcomes you.
Good people, good company, good party. I have been here for almost a month and i could clearly tell the difference.
Partying all night, drinking, laughing your heart out and nobody gives a shit about what you do. Its some kind of freedom other would want to experience.
For the past weeks, new people have come in and out of my life. I don’t regret any of it. It strikes me hard when i think of my friends back home, i miss them a lot. After every party i go to almost every night, i always find myself at the end of the day missing this one man that accompanied me when he stayed here. Might be wondering why he was here. I was totally surprised when he said he was leaving for HK same date as my flight. It was prolly a coincidence.
Most nights i don’t no if what i’m feeling is right. This is really happening isn’t it? I’m starting to miss him. I miss his eyes, huge sparkly eyes that would stare into your soul. I miss his smile, cute-seductive-mild smile that always makes me blush. His slim and firm body where i usually lean on when we rode the train and wait ‘til our next stop. I miss how he hugs me when he laughs. I miss how he gently holds my hand when we walk along the streets. The last night when he walked me home was a heartfelt moment for me for i knew that the next day he is already going back home. Its like a gigantic hole was punched into my heart. Ugh, i miss him so much i could not explain further.
” if i knew saying goodnight means saying goodbye, i should have kissed you a little longer that night.”
Going back home next week is kinda giving me a glimpse of hope. I kinda wish that night lasted for quite sometime.