Home Is Whenever I'm With You...

I miss him so much.
And I'm pretty sure he misses me too.
It's kind of funny how quickly someone can take your heart,
and how incredibly reluctant they are to give it back.
When I came home from seeing you I cried.
And I cried.
And I cried.
Because I realized that I couldn't call this place my home.
I couldn't genuinely look around myself and say
"This is where I live and this is where I am supposed to be happy."
Because this was when this epiphany came:
Home isn't one specific location.
You can't label your home or point it out clearly.
Why?
Because home is whenever I'm with you.
And I can't wait until I'm home again..
LoseYourself LoseYourself
18-21, F
Dec 3, 2010