I've lived a chapter called "my perfect life". I'm tired of memories, of constant comparing my life "before" and "after". So many stories, so strong emotions, so emotional impulses... all kinds of emotions - from hateness to unbearable happiness and readiness to stay forever... it was my brightest year.

How long one person like me can stand this condition? Missing, waiting, communications with dear people through miles... 1 year is enough, I can't anymore. I have to change something, I have to switch over to something else, no matter what.

My dear island which is always emerald for me, island of love... I'll always save you in my heart, remember your purple waves, amazing sunrises and deep blue sky. There is no place on Earth which I'll love more than you ever. Because you're special for me, and always will be. Even if I'll never come back. Especially if I won't.

Though I can't delete all that memories, I can make it my ancient history, keep it somewhere far-far away and remember just sometimes.

I'll try to treat myself for this addiction.