• Home.

    by  • March 8, 2014 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 1 Comment

    All I’ve ever wanted was to be someone’s home. You know what I mean? I want someone to think of me and think “She’s my home. She’s my life. She’s what I need.” I had that. He felt like home to me. The feeling wasn’t mutual. And I keep trying to move on. But all I want to do is tell him how much I miss him, and that I’m here when he’s ready to come back. He won’t come back. I’m not his home.

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    1. Gerk
      March 8, 2014 at 6:11 pm

      Sometimes people need to see the wirld before they realize where their home is.



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