To continue my last thought, the place of the unknown has welcomed me at home with a new "surprise", and once again I must learn that having plans, no, even having hopes doesn't mean to be able to turn them to reality.
How does one feel when heartbroken? How does one feel after having reached the place where she's willing to give herself up for the sake of the other and then she's made to realize all this was futile? How does one feel after a year of hopes and struggles about love?
How do I feel and what do I think?
I start to see the world through different eyes.
Because this time the sharp bitterness did not come. Nor the acidlike self-reproach. Not even self-pity.
I know I had done everything I could.
And I know that he had not.
I've gained a new opportunity to move on. Forward.

The unexpected turns of life continue. The city of Edinburgh has got a hold on me, I alredy wrote about this. It seems that the next chapter's scene (from June) will be there. It's really funny.
I start to be curious why I still need to return there...?
I want to be open to learn new things.
In the meantime, home, sweet home.