Here's to some of my ghosts.

The basque country had the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. He also had an immaturity that I could not gauge back then, and I mistakenly thought it was not my problem nor my responsibility. It all fell apart after a while. He taught me that we are somewhat responsible for those who pass through our lives, especially if they are not in the same place as we are. He also helped me discover my love for Florence and the Machine.

Sweden was one of the first people I met when I arrived here. He showed me that first impression are not always lasting. Friendships need to have quality, and he didn't bring any to ours. He broke many rules, even though I am not very strict. His presence in my life showed me that I love and trust the husbear, and nobody but us have the power to change that. He also helped me to learn how choose my friends better.

France was lovely and charming, but I never saw his true feelings behind the surface. I discovered those feelings in a horrible way: I made a mistake and he never talked to me about it, so the whole thing took a proportion that broke our bond, in a way that is, sadly, unfixable. After that, I have learned to be more mindful of people's real limits and levels of comfort with certain situations, regardless of how they present themselves. I also learn a bit more of the French language.

England was incredibly hot, sexy and always made me horny. He showed me that looks and charm are great for social media, but many people are there just for talking. Making things actually happen are not necessarily something they are looking for. Thanks to him, I am now more selective to the people who get to meet Bernardo, and those who will only meet Bear Hinksch. He also provided me with great wanks, although I wouldn't do that thinking about him anymore.

Canada was once one of my best friends. He showed me that nothing is forever, and that includes people who leave. He came back, in a different capacity, but he did nonetheless. Even though I believed I closed that chapter and moved on. I am always evolving and adapting myself, and he taught me I can be flexible. And that won't be a bad thing. He is responsible for making me interested in baking as well.

Spain was probably my oldest friend. She helped me realize that people change, and go their own way. And that's ok. We don't need to stay friends with the people we grew up with, especially when we become different people. I could see in her the person I could have become if I never left. She is also responsible for waking up my love for Spain, Spanish food and Spanish men.

Finally, Berlin made me see that I wanted someone who loves me and cares about me. He showed me that I deserve the best, not the rest. He helped me see that I can be happy, and happiness shouldn't be an effort. He also got me on the path of being into much older men.


They are all gone from my life, because something happened that broke our friendship. But they also brought me something positive and, ultimately, their unique combination of qualities and traits and the way we interacted with each other contributed to making me the person I am today. And for that, I will always be thankful, regardless of how bad it was. Thankful hat they exist in the world and that they once existed in my life.

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