Dear diary, as I looked out of the window counting all the sparkling, distractive and small stars I could see you up there staring down at me. I could feel your warmth wrapped around me and your comfortable, forever lasting hugs. I whisper "how's your days passing by my love?, don't worry I'm fine" as soon as I said I'm "fine" I felt the pain in my throat like a huge, round Apple compressing onto my throat. I could imagine your deep toned voice saying "I'm great honey, all the scars and wounds have disappeared, you know what's always on my mind? Our last love story, thats what heals all the pain away, I could never forget you, you were my last blessed glimpse and forever it will be".
Tear drops roll down my face like a tap that cannot turn off, I could feel the emptiness filling up all my heart but yet I still have my hopes.
"Ring, ring, ring" the phone repeats. My anger was released which caused my lungs to expand also my eyes like dark,red pebbles. "Someone answer the bloody phone!" yet silence is only heard, I tipped over my bed with tear drops covering the duvet creating drops on every 2cm of the duvet.
It's the taxi driver who's waiting for me. I don't want to go, all my childhood and stories are all spent in this little,small cultural village. My body will go but my heart will stay I guess. "Good bye" I yelled into the warm air.
At the airport waiting for the aeroplane to land I could only see your reflection covering the whole glass window, I could imagine you sitting next to me hand in hand and my face dug into your chest. Just how we pictured it!
12 hours past by and I finally reached my destination, I'm so exhausted after this dreadful, painful and terrible journey but look at the bright side, I'm in the city I always wanted to be in, Brazil- Rio de Jenerio. It's so colourful, cultural wide open and so much prettier than I imagined it, the only disadvantage is the hot sun sinking through my skin I could feel my blood boil.
