The alley doesn't belong to me anymore, but I belong to it forever; it holds a part of me that will always stay there; if not there, then in my memories, which will not be so clear after a while, but it will be there, and it would feel like home. The familiar smell, excitement to see snowfall, getting drenched in rain without any worries, stargazing, sneaking out just to see a pretty afterglow. I always had a place where I could run back after a tiring day. I'm lucky enough that I got to call it home. I'll surely go back, but I don't want to see the changes. I don't want to feel hostile in my own home. I said goodbye, and all my heart said was to stay, if not forever, then just for a while.
Parting is such a bittersweet feeling, but eventually, we will all part ways from our loved ones, our favorite places, and our feelings. All we will have are nostalgic memories of them. I'm not ready to bid farewell. I guess I would never be, but I have to say goodbye.
Goodbye, my home. You're not calling me back again, but my heart is always waiting to be back. I never knew just a stack of bricks with a few divisions, doors, and windows could be so beautiful. Home is a feeling. Thank you for making me feel like I belong to you. Goodbye until next time. I'll visit you when I'll achieve something great and will roam around like a silly human again.
The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?
