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Home is not where the heart is, if it where you would be my home. My heart belongs to you and it has since the day we met. I gave you my heart and in theory you should have become my home. Reality is cruel like that. I give you my heart and you run away with it. You run and I haven't seen in since. My home, like my heart, is broken and lost.

When I gave you my heart you said that you would keep it safe and you would not leave me alone and broken like the other had. You were wrong. I don't think that you meant to hurt me when you left, it just happened on accident. You moved on with your life and expected me to do the same, but I can't. You have my heart.

You didn't leave right away. You stayed for a bit and I was one of the happiest people alive, but slowly, we drifted apart. You stopped telling me about all the things that were happening in your life and about how excited you were for the future. You were so full of life, you did have two hearts after all. You were so excited, ready to take on the world. You made me excited. My heart was full of the same hope that yours was and I felt like I was ready for anything. I wasn't. I was not ready for you to slowly walk out of my life and for you to take my heart with you.

I wish I could find you, and my heart, and take both back. I miss you dearly. I miss the conversations we had late at night when neither of us could sleep. I miss the way that you laughed at my jokes even when they weren't all that funny. I miss that smile that you had when you talked about the future. I miss you. You could keep my heart forever and I wouldn't mind, so long as I had you. Alas, I don't. I no longer hear your laughs or see your smiles. That is what breaks me.