The Visit

The Visit

I go there, to the place where I used to live. I can’t help it. It has been such a long time since that time! But something inside me takes me back. I have to walk the streets, see the people; go to my favorite stores. My feet are eager for me to visit every single one of my memories. On the outside, everything looks the same—everything except me. My heart—my heart is the one that hasn’t changed. When I am where I really want to be, even if it’s only for a few hours, my soul is the soul of a woman who is not hard or bitter. It is the woman I like and admire, who believes that dreams can come true. I am the real me again.

 

The Visit

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One Response to “The Visit”

  1. Alex Says:

    This is good. Strong feeling of sadness

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