Missing You

10 days after my trip in Korea, I'm still longing for the Land of the Morning Calm.  I am still longing for the cold weather but it brings warm to my heart. I miss the hours that I walked on the pavement with hands in the pocket, while passing by cute, little dogs.

I reminisce of the stunning trees, waiting to burst out its pastel pink, cherry blossom and the perfect weather, just nice before the spring to be sprung. I remember the smiles written all of over the girls' faces with a bouquet of baby breath flowers on her left hand and her right hand was held by a man next to her.

I miss the beautiful sleep that I had there and not even once I encountered in bad dreams. I never had nightmares there that forced me to wake up at 3am. I long for an energetic me who had productive days and didn't feel exhausted to it.

I crave my moments in Korea, as naturally, I didn't even give my one second time to think about those who do not deserve my attention.
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I miss it so much, the moment when I walked on the sidewalk, I didn't have to worry that if I bumped into someone that I want to forget. Nobody knows me, nobody remembers me that if I told them I am Siti Nurhaliza, they would believe me.

I am comfortable to be in that way.

I miss how good I can be there, how my appetite was improving and I could eat a lot of food at once. I yearn for those days that  I don't have to question my purpose in life every morning. I ache for the historical land not because what it has to offer,

But because I just find my long lost self there.
The cheerful, bubbly me.