It tears my heart to think that there's an ocean that separates myself and my friends back in Japan. And while I'm still sad and will be forever more, I can say that I am honored and privileged to just have met such special people where I did not expect to meet any, people who have changed my world, held me by the hand as I changed, yet remained steadfast in the tumultuous flux which we trudged through day by day. The tears that I cry are not of mourning but of the joy for that was once was but will last forever, a gift of memory which I never knew I could receive.
I love you with all my heart.
I came back to a city that was once home but alas lacked the feeling of it. But spending time with my friends and family is grounding me back to my roots. I was scared that things had changed and that the old would become unrecognizable. Things have changed. And yet things remain the same. Friends and family are the only ones who can manage that paradox. The tears that I cry are out of joy that they waited for me, held out their hands, and are helping me as I take on Montreal anew.
I love you with all my heart.
3 comments:
we love you too, p.
And by the way, it's a great photo of you writing.
Love u too Pi, I miss you a lot. Sometimes when its really quiet and I close my eyes I can hear your laughter and encouraging words. You cant imagine how much your helped me in your last wk here in Tokyo.
Stef
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