(Dedicated to my boyfriend. I do that a lot. <3)
If someone asked me about my home I'd look down at the ground timidly, smile softly and shake my head, the way I so often do.
Then as they persisted for an answer I'd finally give in. A pink tinge will fill my cheeks and as I cautiously raised my eyes to meet theirs I would softly whisper your name.
They will look perplexed. So I will repeat my answer slightly louder, with more confidence. Confusion will spread across their face. They expected me to tell them all about the place I grew up but instead I said your name, and the thought of a person being "home" is bewildering to them.
But I won't bother to explain, for I know they could never grasp what I meant. They'd never be able to understand that I felt much more at home in your arms than I did when confined within the walls of any building.
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Thoughts Of A Girl.
CasualeEver wondered what goes on inside the mind of the girl in the back of the class? The shy girl? The awkward one? The one that doesn't know how to speak up for herself? The quiet girl? The Introvert. Quiet people have the loudest minds. This is simpl...
