Solitude

Home Part 2

Home doesn't have to be a place. Home can be a person.

Home can be someone you don't see very often and when you do see them it's feels amazing. When I'm with the person who I consider home, I live in the moment with them. I don't think about how much work I might have to do when I go back to my house or the chores I have to do. I laugh with him and we just joke around and enjoy each other's presence.

Time seems to go by to fast when I'm with him. One minute it's two o'clock and then I look at the time and it's almost six.

The person I consider home is always there for me. He's been there when I didn't feel like my parents would be there or any of my girlfriends. I've recently told him one of my secrets that I haven't told a lot of people. I didn't know how he would react and when I told him, he just seemed to love me more than he did before.

He's more home to me than any of the houses I've actually lived in. All I want    when I'm upset is to be with him. Whether I tell him what's wrong or not I just crave him. I just want to hug him and he'll make me laugh, making me feel better.

He's my home and no one and nothing can ever change that.