The leaving.

She came to see me, as she was finishing her studies in Europe with a trip from the north to the south Europe. At first I was very reluctant to meet her, as our past together had not always been a happy one to say the least.

Last time I saw her and also left her, I left her in a country strange to both of us. I left for my born country, after a year in exile. A year, that started with high hopes, and ended in low self-esteem and broken bonds.

So, my uncool ed love and friendship for her, made it impossible for me not to meet her. And, now, after one and a half year, she is back.. for a while...

We smile, laugh and we cry, but the crust on the scars made
before is still very thin, and blood surfaces once again.