A summer of love

Three years ago I took a pretty eventful trip. One that enriched my knowledge of myself, the world, and people. I took off for two and a half months, by myself, with the goal of getting inspired and growing beyond what I had known up to that point in my existence. At that point in my life I was in limbo. I had finished a degree and had applied for another but with no certainty of getting in. I left in the hopes that by the time I got back, I would know what to do in regards to my life to come.

The trip was unbelievable. I learned, I laughed, and most of all, I fell in love.

Ahhh and it was a crazy sort of love.

I fell in love with my life, the sights, and yes of course, I liked a boy as well.

Up until that point in my life I had been lost to some extent. I grew up in Europe, but moved to North America when I was twelve and never returned to my roots. I was young when I left, and as such, I had little knowledge of the world around me. I was not sufficiently educated on my country, its politics, or accompanying culture. I decided that once I got my degree, I would be mature enough to return and form an opinion of my own of the place where I was born and grew up in.

And so I took off, on my own, for two and a half months.

I first went to a city, somewhere in Europe, where I was meeting someone. Him.

He had been an old classmate from back home who was pursuing an education elsewhere in Europe. We had been in touch for about five months, discussing this trip and falling for each other. He was everything I had longed for. A guy with the same background as myself, with plans for the future, and an unbeatable charm. I was so excited to finally see him again after ten years.

We met up in one of Europe's most popular cities.

He looked me in the eyes upon the first hangout and swore he had never seen more captivating eyes. He was tall with a gorgeous smile. Big hands that found themselves interlocking mine within the first five minutes.

It was like we were two lovers who had been together for years and the spark never left.

The reality was that this was my first time seeing him in ten years. He could have been a total creep for all I knew. But he was so mesmerizing I took my chances.

He introduced me to the city, walking around with me pointing at all the different buildings and their history. He was soft spoken and well informed. I was trying to take him all in. The voice, the walk, the talk, the words, the smile, the grip of his hands. I felt as if this was cloud nine and I was finally on top of the world.

We spent a really nice day together

We talked, we ate, we danced, we loved.

We fell asleep in each other's arms.

I had never felt more full in my entire life. Full of life, full of happiness, full of adrenaline and full of love.

A lot happened since.

Three years have passed.

I still look at the pictures and feel exactly what I felt in that moment.

With him.

Lost in time.