I don’t mention it anymore… Not meaning it is gone.
Regularly, I scroll through the pictures taken back then, as if my memories weren’t crystal clear still. I let my mind wander, through the cities, and through the forests… I stare out train windows, counting the windmills in the endless rape fields.
It is an open wound I won’t let heal. A one way long distance love…
It seems foolish, and childish, but what am I to do? Denmark, I miss your foreignness, your charm and that weird way you have to make me feel home.
When I get asked why I love you, I just don’t know what to say, where to start. I don’t see reasons why people wouldn’t. You’re not perfect, but you’re pretty dang awesome.
Oh yeah… Days like today, I really really miss you.