"You make Europe sound so boring," he said to me.
I was aware of it; how I was talking now, my present nonchalance, compared to my excitement in describing it to others.
Not nonchalance, but wariness, not sure of how much I wanted to share or show my feelings.
Mostly because of what hurt me: the shitty goodbye, and the reappearance that seemed like
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