Hiraeth

The worst thing about travelling is that, sometimes,
You leave pieces of you
In some special places with special people…
Not places where you have been.
Not people you have met.

Places where you have lived.
People you have loved…
And those pieces of you
You know you can’t have them back.

And that, my friend,
Is the most beautiful way to break your heart.

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