Homesick

I never understood why people get homesick until I met you. I never understood why people like to go home at the end of the day until I met you. When I travel far from you, I do feel sick. And when my day ends, all I want to come home to is you. I know you shouldn’t make your home in people, but I didn’t even try with you, I’d never had a home in a house, but I have a home in you.

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I can relate to this very much

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