"Where's your home?"
My home? It's you. The way you smile it calms me. The way you laugh it makes me happy. Your touch makes me feel secured. The warmth of your hand when you hold mine. Your embrace warms me enough to make me feel that I'm home. You are my home.
"There. Beside the lamp post. Near the big tree." I said because I am scared that if I tell you the words I have in my mind our friendship will have a crack. I don't want that because you are my best friend.
