Sitting in the airport and it's over now, till the next time, and my heart bleeds in so many ways, not last of them being this weird feeling of having to start a new day without the morning run all the way up to Golgotha. I'll miss this tiny country with all my heart, and yet I'll miss those hot sleepy nights even more, the weight of a warm hand, the morning smile, the shuddering of eyelashes, the awkward and gentle touches, the strength of a complicated love, that knows what it's in for...
I'm not crying just yet. I'm just missing something integral, the other part of my life. The one I want to spend my life with.