Back to the scene of the crime could be the title to this post.
Oh Zagreb. No matter how many years had passed, this city will always hold a special, bittersweet, place in my heart. It’s weird thinking back to the weekend that brought so many beautiful, yet painful memories. Did I ever tell you that story?
Probably not, but it’s one for the ages.
It all started back right here in Zagreb. A moment happened, when I realized how strongly I can really feel. A night when I’ve broken all the walls ever built. When I’ve shown the true, raw, fragile self. Oh, the sweet, sweet relief that brought. Knowing I was able to feel so deep, brought a lot of comfort. At least for a while. Because after that, usually everything turns to hell.
And it did.
Moments after, I wished I’ve never done it. I wished to forget it all. It opened up so many wounds, it made me regret and question my decisions and above all, my judgement. But that’s pointless. Because it won’t make the history disappear and it certainly won’t dull the pain, only time could do that.
After two years, there is no regrets, only appreciation. It inspires me to try and reach for that rawness more often. Being honest above all. Sometimes that bites back (big time), but it can always take me forward. Showing my vulnerabilities, because it reminds people I am breakable too.
Coming here certainly helps. Remembering the bad part encourages the good purpose. I’ve left my heart here and instead of a happy ending, I got a big painful life lesson. That’s why I take my Zagreb, with a little grain of salt. ♥0