Dear Unknown friend,
How are you? I guess you have been busy since you didn't write back so I decided to write you another letter. Right now I'm in the bus on my way to Podgorica, the place I told you I moved in. I was home for the weekend because as I told you I miss my family and my home to much and of course my little nephew, if it wasn't for him I wouldn't be going home that often, but I miss him so much and there's nothing I can do about it.
The view from the bus is magical, the sun is kissing the sea and the sky is watching them with its clear blue eyes. And as we drive further the sun slowly disappears into the sea, and the sky turns into red. I am really enjoying this ride, all this beauty that comes from the nature it makes me feel an indescribable power and hope that things can be beautiful. And all this convinces me that things are not made just to be dark and scary, but they can be so amazing and so bright. And the endless sea gives you the feeling that this beauty will last forever, and it will never be gone and gives you strength and joy to come back.
In the bus is playing a lousy song, so I've put my headsets on my ears and the song that is playing reminds me of my love, unreachable love. And it kills me inside that things will never be as I want them to be, that I will never be happy in the way I want to be. And I feel that pain inside my heart and in my veins as if a poison runs threw them and it will kill me if I don't find a cure soon. Funny, the sun just disappeared into the sea, and I feel like my hope for my love is disappearing just like sun did. What if it does? Would I be able to bring it back anymore? You know I could write you about my love for days, but believe me it is to painful so I'll just keep it to myself for a while and when I'll be ready I'll tell you.
The bus is full of students, who as I did moved to Podgorica because of college. They talk, some of them laugh and some of them just sit there and in silence do their trip to their second home. The girl next to me has fallen asleep and as the bus drives over different holes on the street her head goes from one side to another, a group of friends are on the backseat and they laugh and talk too loud for my taste. The loud group of friends on the backseat it just reminded me of something that makes me feel so lonely right now and sad that it will never be repeated again. It was one of those crazy things that 6 crazy friends did together; those 6 friends that never stayed apart, that were always laughing and having fun together. One of those nights when the happiness never ended, when everything was in color, when the only problem was if I got home right in time when my mom told me to. It was the last night of the summer, the night I had to leave my hometown, the night I had to leave all this behind. We spent it in our special place, the so called PIQILL. It was magical, me and my best friends in our last night together. I remember we bought pizzas and beers and other things to eat. We set under the cloudy sky, the hot wind was blowing and it looked like it was going to rain soon. All you could hear was the sound the upset sea made and the sound of music from the locals that were near. I can still hear the sound of our laughter and the words we said. We promised that we will never forget each other, and that we will come back here again. I still remember the feelings I felt that night when I said goodbye to my only true friends, and the fear that we will never be together like this anymore. And I remember how bad I wanted to cry, but I couldn't do that, and I remember how bad I wanted to stay one more hour with them. And I remember how I spent the whole night up, just thinking about them, the things we did together, the good and the bad things we went threw, the blue car my friend used to drive that it became our little symbol of friendship, and the jokes and the games we used to play while we were in high school. And I remember that feeling that I will never feel again I guess, a feeling of emptiness, a feeling of need to stay here, but yet that need to walk away for good. But the fears were all true, we never came together like that anymore, everyone got his own way. It's so funny my dear friend I always remember these nights we used to spend in our special place, and the joy we used to share. These moments are always on my mind. Back then I used to be mad at them, I used to want to end everything just to get out of that place, and now that I am out I wish I could just bring those times back. I guess it is true you never know how much you need something until it's gone. When I was in high school I used to be so angry and so sad that I am learning in that kind of school, where nothing was good, where the teachers used to call us with different names, and now that I am away from that school I miss it so much and I always wish if I could go back for just an hour in those classrooms surrounded with friends. I guess the human being is never satisfied with anything.
I think I am going to stop here.

Hope you'll write back soon, because I'll write you again.

Sincerely Drita.

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