Two years in this place have passed.
I thought I couldn’t stand a place more than two years ever, the feeling to run away eventually crept in.
This is strange. Before the break begins, I want to stay. I want to stay here forever. Like frozen in time.
Never felt like I could feel this. I am in love with this place. This time.
Three more years down the lane left. I feel I never would want them to end.
I always thought I was the Frisbee, the one who’d end up feeling trapped in every place eventually.
I see myself as someone else now. Someone permanent for a change.
They say- only the one’s who’d believe in it, will find it, for Magic.
I seem to have found mine!
This is beautiful. Everything. I want this to stay.