They say that it’s until you leave from a place and move into another but no. No matter how much you love or simply like the place you’re living in, a part of you will always belong to the place where you had your first everything. Just like a part of yourself will always belong to different people you’ve met through the years. We’re born as a whole and as we grow we leave bits and pieces of ourselves to places and people. And it’s beautiful because a person can never be empty. We’re all filled with different people’s love, hate, everything, which somehow completes the space of whatever we gave away.
– excerpts from a book I’ll never write