43 minuted to Heathrow, the memory of your beautiful arm freckles haunts me, together with your voice "we're not in London yet", so much laughter.
- "We are in London"
And as the captain said we're getting ready for landing Kemistry & Storm came to my ears. It's been a while and your essence is still with me, we haven't said a word but I still got you something, still throughout my days you stayed.
I don't want to go back, I'm just letting some emotions out, especially now in the peak of having left those I belong with and coming back to a place where it's just been hard through and through. And now without you, how I wish things had been different.
Heathrow, your parent's house is lovely, I'm sad I won't see them again, they made me feel at home when I needed it the most, I can never thank them, or you, enough for that.
I feel changed, but I might just be the exact same. It was good to speak my own language for a while, be in my own culture, go to Playa Blanca one last time. Force change upon my women, it was hard but it seems to have helped.
There's so much to process, but I can't just yet.
In which airports were we? It's probably best not to remember until the mind and heart have calmed down, a teary session soon to come, a silent tea by the window in a rainy summer evening. In my dreams we laugh together over a beer-radler, somewhere outside, on a summer afternoon.
