Home is where the heart is- wherever you are is what I will call home
its hard for me accept that a part of my life is over. the part of my life where you and i would find little reasons to drive and see each other. the part where i’d walk down the stairs in school and you’d be waiting for me. the part where you held my things and tickled me and made me laugh whenever i wanted you to. i took your presence for granted and i overlooked every little thing you did for me; i wish i could turn back time so i could take a minute to appreciate everything you’ve done for me. thats the part thats hard to accept- i need to get over the fact that all of that is gone now. will it get better? will i get used to you not being around? or will little memories constantly flash up in front of me- to remind me how badly i want you to come home- for the next two years?
