22

So it's my birthday today. First birthday to be spent away from Belgium, without my family and (old) friends. Slightly strange. It's not that I'm not enjoying my leisure day, it's just that the normal excitement of birthdays (I get sooo into it) is absent. There are people I wish were here, people on my mind, people in my heart. And it's not that I am sad because I miss them, but it does feel incomplete.

I miss hugging you, throwing my arms around your neck, dancing on the streets with you, making silly jokes with you, talking about personal things and trivial things with you. I miss being me, and being loved for it. I miss being missed. Being loved. Being wanted.

For the first time since I moved, I really wish I was back home. Even if it was just for a day. Cos I miss you, so much...