Make it out this town

Plane

Somebody said that you totally fell in love when you was missing the one next to you.

I’m missing my town.
This happens while I’m driving. I make hypothesis about how much time I have left staying. I wonder how many local dishes I should eat to record their tastes. I notice streets, trees, houses, traffic lights… I smile at babies on bikes. I breathe deeply.
At some moments, I talk with the town, ask how he will be without me.

How will I be without him?

How come am I always in love with places?

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