It’s like feeling the beauty of the sunset once it has kissed the ocean. It’s like hearing a song you’ve never heard for ages. It’s like dancing to a tune that was tattooed on your heart. That’s how it feels.
It may not be for long, and it may not make much sense, but falling in love while traveling happens to at least one traveler you’ve met, or perhaps has happened to you.
Hooking up is part and parcel of what traveling is. It’s love. But in a very temporary, carelessly, romantically engineered way. New bonds are created, new cultures are encountered, and new accents are adored.
Fiji is a beautiful part of the world.
Somewhere along the line we were told “no” and we made the mistake of believing it. We call ourselves “grown ups” because we think we’ve grown up without anywhere left to go.
You’ll never be able to imagine the weight of carrying these pencils around.
The game turned out to be more than what I’d bargained for.
They come and go, and now, I fear it’s taken my friend away.
I knew, looking at her, that I needed to sacrifice myself to her.
“Why are you making me do this?” I asked, triggered by my thoughts, “this is the sort of thing I pay you to take care of.”