It was like a four month, whirlwind romance
But there was nothing romantic about our relationship
Except for how hard and fast I fell for you.
You, with the snow capped mountains and breezy balmy winds.
You, with the freezing falling rain and the puddles I tried to avoid but always loved to jump in.
You, with the lush green landscape that I continue to dream about years later.
How can you be homesick for a place you’ve never called home?
They define nostalgia as a longing or affection for the past. That’s only the tip of the iceberg to describe how I feel today.
Hundreds of miles away, in a small New York suburb, a breath of fresh air provoked by the breeze reminds me of what I so desperately miss.