Preface
He held me. Just standing there saying our goodbyes. He was just exagerating; we would see each other soon. Letting go wasn't hard because I was leaving. I wasn't throwing away our past or what we had together. As we let go I trailed along to the boarding gate. I don't know what I want. I don't know where I'm going. Though all I know is that ever since I could think I didn't want to be here in London.
I want to travel...
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