Flashbacks – Slovenia. How great team of young Albanians I had! I received so many kisses, I-love-you's accompanied by looking straight to my eyes, hugs ans smiles from so many, just for the sake of seeing me.
And summer camps. This nine years old boy, before learning to say “I love you“ in English, came to me, smiled widely and said “te dua”. (Well then he learned some English and started to ask me if I'm crazy).
This (as well as many other things) made me think. How hard is it to open your mouth and talk about feelings? Extremely hard. Have I ever told my family that I love them? Not that I recall. Would I loose anything if I did that? No. Did I have to go 2200 km away to realize that? Apparently. Should I do something to fix this? How hard can it really be?
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