h2>Dating : Twenty-Three
It’s a bittersweet feeling every time I have to fly from my country. I love building a new reality far away from sad memories of the hell my life used to be. But, still, I miss everything.
No matter how odd my family is, I miss them a lot. I miss my friends. I miss speaking my native language without overthinking if I’m using the prepositions or the verbs correctly. I miss my dog greeting me all happy when I’m back home. I miss walking…
