Going to Prague is the best decision I’ve ever made. The worst is that I only got two days to spend. But believe me, two days were enough to make me fall for pretty Prague. Prague is like a handsome boy at Algebra class that you know you would get along with. Not the kind of snob-handsome but friendly-handsome, the kind that makes you feel instantly at home, the kind that makes you feel a pang of regret when you have to look away.
Have I told you that I hate goodbye? Well, leaving this city is one of the hardest goodbyes I’ve ever had. If we’re back to the boy thingy, this felt like going up to Algebra II and finding out that you’re not in the same class anymore, and hoping that you might see him in another class, in another time.
See you someday, Prague.
Prague never lets you go. This dear little mother has sharp claws.