the one that got away

i lived for 4 years in Montreal. And i often think that i wasted my time there because i feel like i learned nothing. But i did. I learned a lot about that culture and the way people there are. And a lot of significant moments, good and bad, REALLY bad happened there. I think i learned a lot of lessons there, even if at the moment it didn't feel like it.

But Montreal feels like the boyfriend that got away.
When I was living there the past few years, it just felt like this shell that i could never be a part of, for obvious reasons, and then i left because it was enough and it was time to move on. But i think back to Montreal and now it has that same romantic, attractive vibe that it did before i moved there. And i think of autumn in Montreal and the sea of yellow leaves, the crisp cold air and the old vintage houses. And it almost feels like starting the love affair all over again. But then, it still wouldn't ever work out between us. It's like the boy who never commits or is unable to open up when you have important conversations.


Much like the boy who i did date in Montreal.


DEFINITELY not missing that boy.
Just the city.

Maybe one day i'll visit Montreal again.