this city does things to me. it shapes a piece of my heart everytime I'm here. not a longing or a draw to be here forever. not a missing piece of me that can't be fulfilled. instead, it comes like a memory that can't be shaken. a small twinge of happiness and fulfillment. the memories of things I can't relive. we never think it will ever be the last time. and yet, when I run this seawall, I am reminded of all the times before. the 'last times'. a reflection of the city, the wild, and how my heart is reflected in both those places.
I don't miss it. I don't miss what it meant for my day-to-day. but i miss what it meant for 'me'. I do miss some parts of what existed when my heart was fed by the parks and the mountains and the people who shared that.