I'm homesick.
Not for a house, but for a person.
I want his arms wrapped around me again like they use to do many times before.
I want his voice to say my name and have it so innocent again, but with a hint of something more.
I want his eyes to lock onto mine as though it'll be the last time they ever do.
I want him. I miss him. I need him.
I'm homesick for him.
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