✧ * . Fʅαʂԋҽʂ σϝ ƚԋҽ Dαɾƙ . * ✧

✧ * . Hσɱҽ . * ✧

I want to go home,

I told him.

You are home,

he told me.

No, 

this isn't home.

Home, 

is you eyes, and the deep blue sea I'm slowly drowning in.

Home,

is you voice, and the words of lovestruck wonder you sing to me during a rainy day.

Home,

is your arms, and the warmth they give me when I'm feeling lonely.

Home, 

is your chest, and the comfort it gives me after a panicked breakdown.

Home,

is the crook of your neck, where I cry silently until I drift off into a peaceful slumber.

But then..

When I wake in the morning,

realizing you're not really here during sunflower hours, I realize..

Home, 

is only a bittersweet dream.