it's like being away from home for a very long time . you walk in different directions but never seem to find your way .
you encounter different houses on your journey but none of them compares to your house .
The place where you're most comfortable , at ease and expressive without any limitations .
The one place you can call home without any doubts .
But when i spoke about my home , I didn't mean an empty building filled with lifeless furniture .
I meant the foundation of a soul , the door to a heart , the various rooms of a mind and the corridor leading to your thoughts .
I've been away from home for so long that I've desired nothing more than to return .
And when I do return , i imagine myself exhaling a breath of relief , tears of gratitude running down my face and my hands put together in a prayer of thanks .
I imagine myself running into your arms , without turning back , without thinking twice .
Running to the one person which i have always considered home .
YOU ARE READING
A Letter To Him .
RandomHer words hold the truth , showing her vulnerability and fragility . Her words shows the growth within her , her strength in tragedy . She was strong enough to love him , even though he didn't love her . She was strong enough to stay by him , even w...
