Not all summers feel the same.
Some arrive with half-packed suitcases, improvised goodbyes, and quiet promises whispered…
“See you in Europe, okay?”
We’ve been walking together for three months now.
Creating a rhythm we never asked for — but one that gently wrapped around us.
Coconut water in hand, silent glances, and that rare peace only we seem to understand.
Growing. Connecting. Flowing, without needing to define anything.
And now… it’s time for me to go.
Six weeks away — to work, to laugh, to grow — to answer a part of me that’s calling.
And as I tell you, you smile with your eyes.
We send messages that taste like “I’ll miss you.”
Because when something becomes this soft,
when you begin replying on another level,
you know distance won’t be easy.
But I want you to keep this with you:
When you decide it’s your time to leave —
because your adventure is beginning,
because your two years here have come full circle,
and your goals have finally taken shape…
I want you to remember my face.
Not out of nostalgia,
but because in the chaos of busy days and deadlines,
you were calm.
You slipped into my soul without asking —
like someone who walks into your house barefoot and just… stays.
And yes, I’d follow you without hesitation.
Because somehow, without even realising it — we want the same things.
Even though I never want to hold anyone back…
I also want to see you fly.
Meet new people.
And as you once said… just fly.
And even if the universe decided we’ll be apart this season —
I trust it.
Because the good things never really leave.
And because tonight… there’s still a bike ride waiting for us.
