I rarely talk about my feelings. My opinions, often. But rarely my feelings.

I’ve never lost it over a girl. I got close once. But it’s fair to say I’ve never lost it over a girl.

I’ve gotten much closer to losing it over Berlin. When people ask me how Berlin was, it really depends on my mood at that moment. Most often, I’ll shrug it off and turn away, or use any number of conversation-enders.

Trying to talk to people I’ve just met about Berlin, people who have never been or often times have never even left home, is like trying to discuss the nuances of astrophysics with a four year old and in the process almost losing it with crippling sadness.