Exchange student.
I grab a breath in all haste. My heart did suddenly cringe at the thought of leaving him.
I choke on my breaths, tears almost fall but. But it's not appropriate to cry. Not in public, nearly not at all. We are all the same, as he is.
The aero craft stands ready, all I have to do is board it. To leave all that was, and always will be great.
His song, the anthem, it fits him better now than ever. And I don't. I don't want to leave.
Turning around to meet his gaze, as steady as always. Those eyes will never waver. It is reassurance.
New people will come, and in truth, this will be a loss only to me. The deep holds sadness so common with age and experience.
I love him. Though.
Strange as it may seem or be.
As I am leaving I love him most.
"I will miss you"
Yes, his anthem certainly fits well in this now.
"You old, you free, you mountainous north
You silent, you gloriously pleasant
We salute you fairest land upon earth
Your sun, your sky, your meadows green."
The words are but whispers.
Japan may have seduced me. But I will always love him more.
Land of my heart. Country of my home.
This is not a true goodbye.
Sweden. . .
"For I will live, yes, I will die in the north."