Sweet Words

I had a sudden flashback to the sweetest words ever said to me.

No, they did not come from some boy I fancied.

Not from my parents.

Not even from someone complimenting me on a job well done...

That summer, after that insanely long sojourn from halfway across the world, where I was welcomed by my family five hours late due to flight delays. That's when it happened. 

With worn out arms and nearly closed sleepy eyes, I was going through customs and the last step of the security check. 

The luggage was yet again in my hands (and some road we traveled together those few months, those two goddamn suitcases).

Rolling towards the exit sign and hastily handing the declaration form for one last glance.The guy that drew a simple "check mark" with a highlighter said one thing. Simple. Brief. Enough to light the fire in my eyes.

"Welcome home"

When the winter days are cloudy and with only a little bit of sun, I think back to that.

...& I think back to it because at the moment the ground  felt so shaky underneath my feet. However, those words, the comfort that came with them...it was like no other.

The moral lesson out of this is the following: it will always be okay.