B is a place I stayed in for some worthy time. I moved out of it only because I had to.

A couple of months after I moved out, these flashbacks started coming to me. It keeps coming back to me even now. It is all beautiful, even though sometimes the moment it happenned it was not.

I found myself starting a lot of sentences with "when I lived in B ..." -- I guess I miss the place very much.

See if you would miss it too.