It seems much easier to travel around, but many cities are getting similar in my mind. Not quite a globalization result, it is because I don’t have connections engraving on my memory about there. But I know there existing only one exception… Wherever you are, you were, or you will be, the places are shining with your image and my hankering. Although, some places I never been to there.
The school, lying between the mountain and sea, is the stage of our story. We met and familiar with each other, studied and played together. Campus is still there, but neither of us stayed. I really feel like going back to there and then.
The city, strange but also familiar, will definitely be part of my life. For you she is your hometown. For me she possesses the same meaning as you. Shall I book a ticket bounding to there this time? Shall we meet? It is just that it would be better if we separate, and I guess you also agreed. Knowing this but why I still full of sorrow? Sometimes I feel lucky because we are forced to part from each other or we shall still together. The most beautiful love might be the type that we carry on in the memories. But from time to time when you or I feel weak, I always asking why I can’t be there with you.
The map is unfolded on the table. You traveled from this city to that. I checked the name on Google and got some introductions as well as photos. It’s still strange to me and just felt it’s me who stayed and saw you off although I also headed to another city. I gazing at the map and almost get lost in reverie. Maybe the best way is choosing a new one you and I never been to and start my own adventure to make it different even without you.
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