The colour of the sea.

Some people need to feel unhappy to be able to write. Sadness is a great inspiration many times. I think I'm one of those. I haven't written here for a long time, and it's probably because of one simple reason: I feel happy.

I realized one wonderful thing yesterday. His eyes...

(those lovely slightly greenish blue eyes)

...have just the colour of my land's sea. I saw it so clear. His bright eyes looking at me, his hair covered by the salty water, the sun in his skin.

Our last day in my homeland, by now. One week is so short sometimes. Our plane landed last night. Back to the routine.

Everything's the same, but at the same time, it's different.

I'm happy.