It's five days now that I am back to Europe, after crossing the world to see you in Thailand and also to travel with you to Vietnam and Malaysia. As I told you when we said goodbye at the airport, this was my best travel ever. I learned a lot in places that were totally new to me and I was so happy beside you. This sojourn in Southeast Asia was also an opportunity to confirm our love and make plans for the future together.
Now I am facing this classical miserable London weather, chilly and rainy. Moments ago I was hearing an old song about someone who has his love in England and is very far away, thinking of her in a rainy day. This is the last stanza, if I remember it well:
And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I
Despite of being the one who is in England, but also being the one who watches the drops of rain through my window right now, I feel like him. And "for the grace of you go I."
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