I was with you.

I’ve been home for a week.

Memories from there is still fresh. And made me think.

Rarely I get to hear “I will miss you”. I never think I leave such impression that people think of me after I leave, I usually think that I only pass through people’s lives and don’t leave a mark. But there I got to hear it more than once. And it didn’t even felt like a fake politeness. It felt real.

They miss me.

I might not have been the best student, but for me, it’s not that important.

What’s important for me is that I was with them. I laughed, hugged, played, talked, hung out with them. I was there for them, for those nice people who were kind to me. That feeling that maybe, just maybe I have left some small mark in their lives, that, that once a while they will suddenly remember “Hey, she was that short, colourful clothes wearing girl…..” And it’s more than I can ask for. And for me it’s more important than what grades I got there.

So.

Hopefully I made their days.

Hopefully I made them smile.

Hopefully I taught them something.

Hopefully I helped them.

Because that’s what they did to me.

I already miss the hugs. And paper planes. And so much more.

Jag saknar er.