It's been 9 months since I visited London. Such a long time, it's almost unbelievable.
Now it feels like it all was just a beautiful, beautiful, surreal dream. Me? In London? Makes a good joke.
I miss London. It stole my heart. The best thing about a city that big is that there you don't have to belong anywhere at all or you can belong everywhere if you want to. That's how I felt.
The memory is like a fragile spring flower in the middle of winter.
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