I’m staring at the ceiling. I can’t sleep. There are very few things in my life that keep me up at night. I’m thinking about the past few days, which keep replaying in a blur again and again in my mind. I remember seeing her for the first time, and then I skip to the next day when she feeds the ducks and laughs. I keep hopping back and forth in time. Sometimes my heart breaks, sometimes I grin from ear to ear. I don’t know what this is but I’m kind of glad it’s over. It didn’t end as I wanted, but that doesn’t matter now. I’ll be back to my old self as soon as I leave this country and I’ll not care about weeping women, alcoholic fathers and foreign cultures. Of course I’m glad I get another chance to see her again, but my homeland will keep my feet firmly on the ground. I would never fall
