It always ends up happening. No matter how hard I try to stretch time, and how I fill my days with joyous moments, I always get to face that terrible night when the sun has set for the last time on Copenhagen, and I know the next time I’ll see that happening, it will be somewhere where it isn’t half as exciting.
I am sitting by the window, watching the young and young at heart biking by, on their way to some fun evening of eating, drinking, and sharing good times with friends… I can tell by their slighty fancier way of dressing. They are carefree, and don’t have to worry about leaving.
I packed and repacked my bags to be ready tomorrow morning. I enjoyed a fancy meal and walked a bit through the neighbourhood… I recalled all the good memories I accumulated, once more, to sort and…
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