air...

a spring-summer scent...
when I take a breath, for a split of a second, the fresh air brings back to me Belgium (of course, what else could you expect).
I feel again like it was those few weeks of May and June, whene it felt right. the every day drill, getting up at 9, library, studyinh and waiting for the closing time to go swimming or meet Pit.
my own room, my rules, my mistakes, my problems.
there was only me who cared for my successes or failures.
and only the person in a mirrow was the one I had to face afterwords.

now is whole bunch of people who mean something to me and facing them, even after I achive something, is hard.
why? how?

I'd love to know the answers.