There are things I will miss when I am gone.
I will miss those cute little flowers whose name I don’t know but they blossomed every spring while I was having difficult times.
I will miss lamb, beef, tasty fruits and especially, my fave, peach.
I will miss the cloud and the sky here. I will miss the smell of a summer morning that freshes up everything.
I will miss the smell of my clothes and bed sheets that had been absorbing sunlight for the whole day. Dry, Warm and Clean.
I will miss the starring nights I have had watching those beautiful sparkling objects that showed me hope.
I will miss the days I have spent in here, discovering myself, learning somethings about me and the world, making friend with myself and others and being comfortable with myself.
I will miss the ocean here. It is always blue.
I will miss the wind here. It brings smell of trees and grass.
I will miss the sunlight here. It calms me although sometimes it makes me sad.
I will miss all the years i have had in here. Growing up, ditching the old me and becoming who I am today. Slowly exploring the world, losing the inner child and remaining innocent. I will appreciate all the pains I have experienced and I treasure what I have today.
